When I was 19, I couldn't wait to turn 20. Now the thought of turning another year older is just depressing. And that's only going to happen 11.5 months from now. Haha!
While driving back home, I received an sms from my ex colleague, asking me what would be my ideal Saturday night (It's Sat night now). Such a random question. I answered that it would be a nice walk at the harbour and then make out after that, if it's my boyfriend I'm having the nice walk with. Otherwise, a movie night in with good snacks under my comfy blanket. He said that his would be a good road trip. I asked why isn't he on that road trip then. Well, it's his birthday tomorrow (today). His new resolution? To understand what life means. And he said that I have someone, so I am on the right track (See how people judge like you have it all but you don't). He said he needs to understand himself better so that other people would understand him. We agreed that we're sad people talking about life on a Saturday night.
I hate horror movies. It doesn't make sense that people actually pay, to scare the shit out of themselves. On the other hand, I think I am scaring myself. I feel like I am sinking deeper into it, thus I take things more seriously. And it's freaking me out. AAAAAHHHHH!!! Scared. Shit. Okay, act cool. Thanks.
I so love James Morrison's You Make it Real.
And sweet relish in my hotdog.
Deprived of a deep sleep.
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