I spend most of my time when I’m depressed/upset/super sad - like today - just sleeping, or constantly doing small, irrelevant things.
Today I cried for like two hours, and then slept for four, watched a movie, played some Xbox, had dinner, and then I’ve been playing Draw Something since.
I think you die twice; first when your life ends, and second when someone says your name for the last time. So yes, you can die before you die.
And my Mum medically died a few times when she was younger, but she’s alright now, so.
5 physical attributes of the girl you like, and your favourite 5 not physical things about her.
Five favourite physical attributes:
She has a face.
She has boobs.
She has a vagina.
She has a bum.
She has hair.
Five favourite other attributes:
She makes me happy.
She can make me laugh.
She likes the books I like.
She has sort of an awful taste in Slurpee flavours, but I let that slide. ;)
She’s okay with me being unironically enthusiastic about things.
Clearly you’re new-ish here if you don’t know an Alex story. Haha.
I know two Alexs, both of whom I’m very close to. I was gonna tell you a separate story about each of them, but I remembered there’s a few ones where they’re both involved.
One was at a gatho I was having at my place, and so we’re all slightly boozed up, and I thought my Mum was gonna be away for the night. Alex and Alex were sitting on the couch near my kitchen, talking about something that was apparently secret and important cuz I wasn’t allowed to hear, and then Mum came home. That wasn’t a problem. The problem was the condom just lying on the kitchen floor, which they then had to awkwardly try and explain to my mother.
So, my laptop may or may not have died. Permanently.
Yes, that means, at this stage, that I’ve lost everything. Every TV show I (never actually) torrented, every movie I (never actually) downloaded, every picture I made it Paint because I thought it would be hilarious, every screenshot I ever took. Depending on the state of my hard-drive tomorrow - which is not looking particularly good, given that my motherboard is, ‘corroded,’ - I could have lost every word I’ve ever written, as well. Every draft, every incomplete manuscript, every syllable, sentence, letter. If you have a copy of a short story that I never posted here, or that I never emailed, then congratulations - you are now in possession of something that I’m not.
Because the people who were involved are very aware of their involvement, and frankly I’m not a huge fan of publicly discussing my sex life. I know that might sound hypocritical given that I do TMI Tuesdays and whatever, but not naming people when I do them is a big deal for me.
“But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you…your muscles will toughen. So will your heart and soul. That’s necessary for survival. But don’t lose touch with that person deep inside you, or else you won’t really have survived at all.”—Louis Sachar (via planb-becomeapirate)
In regards to the name thing? The only Kaitlyn I know is an awesome uni friend who has gone through hell and back to be a part of her family. She seems to have earned her own place by the time tonight has come around, but the point is that she can take care of herself when necessary. She just misses her boyfriend, understandably. And she is just great.