Badass gave me this conclusion today “你完了啦” that I’m too far gone into the deep-end. Which I am.
Like I’ve said before, the no. of posts is inversely proportionate to the state of my life. In a sense, there’s less of an innate need to put things into words now that my life is fuller. I’ve been going out often, meeting up with friends, doing things which are conventionally deemed more fun. Which I do.
A while ago, activities would distract me, take my mind off depressing thoughts, fill up the void in my heart… You know, the whole heartbreak thing that I was going on and on about. But that’s ‘like so yesterday’. *in a bitchy tone* Activities in the recent weeks have camouflaged potential heartbreak. Categorizing myself as ‘just sociable’ is foolish. Which I am.
Maybe if I don’t talk things out, I won’t dislike myself so much. Reality sucks big time. Envisioning the music that I have to face if I let things go on as it is now is life-threateningly scary. It has been said that I’m a coward. I don’t deny it, because that is what I am.
Won’t you get your act together? There’s really nothing much to lose now but the stakes will get increasingly higher. I will.
I must.