Nothing.
Wait who is this I’m talking to?
I didn’t even get to say bye D:
watching a movie and stalking my own blog haha
How are you? And how was your day?
I’m okay I guess. My day was boring. Yours?
How'd you know that guy? And could you tell me more about that suicide? And ennui kills as good as a disease.
My friend had a crush on him once so I decided to add him as a friend on Facebook. He just graduated from high school (my old school) last year, and he’s like, one of those “frat boys” or whatevs you call them. We haven’t met or talked or anything, but (through facebook) he seems like the happiest guy. His friends really do love him, but they never really got to see through him, I guess.
Anyway, I have to go. Good night or something?
What? Uh, do you want to talk about it? I'd really like to know more about the emotional part of your day and why it made you so, um, emotional. My day was oddly filled with ennui and I hate ennui. I was caught thinking about being somewhere else. "I just want to be someone else" just kept on resonating in my mind all day.
Haha it’s not really personal anyway. Oh, idk. I’ve been hearing news about suicides all day; and some guy I know (but not really know know) killed himself this afternoon so yeah it makes me very emotional.
I hate ennui too.
To be perfectly honest, I don't know how I even found your blog. Serendipity, I guess. And no, I don't follow you. And so, uh, how was your day?
Hmmm?
Emotional? Haha, I have to stop crying over people I don’t know. How about yours?
Uh, I don't think so, darlin'.
Phew. Hahaha. So.. how did you find my blog? Do you follow me?
Well, because I just don't think you're ready to be handed such knowledge. And because I'm shy. I hope you understand. I would like to give my most sincere apologies. :(
Do I know you in real life or-?
That's nice of you to say, so I'm grateful for your kind words. But I would like to talk about you. How was your day, lovely lady?
Awww no problem:) My day was quite boring, but nonetheless not unhappy. Who are you, if I may ask?
I am as dark as the blue of the sky in the morning light. Not as dandy as it would seem, though. Heavily rested but restless and quite lacking from a severed and chopped up heart.
Tired.
I hope you’ll get better, honestly.