Lots of Discontent

Classes start in a few days. Not super excite about this semester especially with the introduction of a Calc 2 based class, but....ehhhhh. Its not gonna be super fun.

All the regular group is back in town, but I think its run its course. I've this horrid habit of changing my acquaintances every few months, even quicker nonIRL. Let's see how long this lasts....

Happy belated birthday. I miss you.

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S&M isn't appealing, at all.

But, holy shit, a guy that takes control and makes you feel small.

I just---

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Its a turn-on.

Liars are hot. People that scheme and concoct really elaborate plans are so.ridiculously attractive.

Case in point: every single actor from every heist movie ever.

When the twist shows, I sploosh.

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Alan Tudyk be more attractive pls.

Like srs. How is your face even made?

TELL ME YOUR SECRETS WHILE I LICK YOUR *ahem*

I mean, I just want to know your thought process, is all~

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sniffles

I'M SICK. SOMEBODY GIVE ME SOUP.

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Dem Feels

God, I missed talking to him. He's the reason I love going back home. He makes home, "home".

I missed talking to him so much.
Visually, he's nothing special. A six on the best of days.
BUT DEAR SWEET BABY AANG, HIS MIND IS SO BEAUTIFUL.

I made a very special point to isolate him and just talk, just so that I could listen to him talk.
His voice.
His speech patterns.
His thoughts.

All of it. I love it.
Yeah, love. Its attractive.
I remember when I used to hesitate the use that word to say how I felt about him (AND I STILL DO) just because I was scared that he would know that I actually meant it. I worried he would notice that I changed my voice when I mumbled "I love you so much" and realize its was different from when I said that to everyone else. I worried he would notice I meant it.

He'll always be out of my reach, though. I ruined it.
I ruin everything. I don't think its subconsciously on purpose, but I sabotage it.

For now, I'll just stand on the sidelines and watch. You know, in a totally non-creepy way, of course.

I'M NOT WEIRD.

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dat caaaaaaahr

Fuck. The worst thing about going home is family. Not the first five minutes, when you're happy to be in a familiar situation, its the second hour when your mother starts probing you about your love life and your failures and everything that you haven't done yet.

Family is obnoxious.
Really excited about the car, but the blood price. Ugh.

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