"I owe an apology letter to my dear blog."
It starts off at 2am, the burning urge to blog because I've some deluded myself into thinking that I lead a colourful life that can only be confined by words on a white page. Open a tab. www.blogger.com. "I need good music for writing.". Wandering off to 8tracks and the gorgeous indie pop side of Youtube. Fall in, forget about blogging. Somehow go on Reddit. End up with one too many tabs. Turn the laptop off when too tired to function. "Oh coffee, you never work but I love my dysfunctional relationship with you." Go to sleep. Wake up. Repeat process.
Okay.
So I'm obviously making too big a deal about not blogging for a month over. I feel like I've silently betrayed myself. I had always thought I could run this thing armed with only feverish passion and an overall mediocre grasp on English. Pft. I thought I would write about everything. Movies and music and love and life.
I became lazy to even be passionate about something.
Oh self, go throw yourself off a cliff, darling.
"Either you buck up or you risk fucking up."
It's Valentine's Day.
I was in blissful shock for a while because..I'm not another manifestation of the foreveralone guy this year. LOL.
But then again, I don't know where my boyfriend is, he said something about going out to drink. I'm waiting but my bed awaits me. I hold only wishes from my three best friends. Again, I don't know where my boyfriend is.
What a difference? Pft.
