Head Trip
The strangest things are always the cracks in routine. The parts of my life that I have to replace and patch up on my own, or simply discard like a threadbare duvet.
It's not that difficult, because there were years of loneliness, where I felt ignored and neglected and the only thing I had to replace it was pining.
Now, I no longer have to pine and looking at myself in the mirror is a constant struggle against tears that I know will never come.
If I had any to cry, they are all gone.
/emo
Watching Being Human (U.K.) and writing, sometimes wordy, sometimes starkly succinct.
My favorite sentence of this week:
'I was told I looked like a majestic bird, gesticulating wildly in my nerd rage.'
A half-factual account of me at a live event.
It's not that difficult, because there were years of loneliness, where I felt ignored and neglected and the only thing I had to replace it was pining.
Now, I no longer have to pine and looking at myself in the mirror is a constant struggle against tears that I know will never come.
If I had any to cry, they are all gone.
/emo
Watching Being Human (U.K.) and writing, sometimes wordy, sometimes starkly succinct.
My favorite sentence of this week:
'I was told I looked like a majestic bird, gesticulating wildly in my nerd rage.'
A half-factual account of me at a live event.