So...

So when did cynicism become a form of survivalism?

-a text to my peeps

Whiney whiney

I don't know if the reason why I can't write anymore is because I haven't written for so long or if I'm just not meant to write.

And Mrs. D was so profoundly, painfully right about the withdrawal symptoms! I feel so shallow, with a 6 feet thick ice barrier between me and the sea.

Emo Ho

The seas will roll. Hearts will boil. I'm bleeding colour and in the light of gray, I become a shade of you.

So I lied. ;)

Who'd have Thunk?!

..That it would be me?

I'm not a big fan of not knowing things, which is why I'll be thinking of a thousand different things any given minute and Googling a million. At the same time, of course. I put in a lot of effort into finding out what's going to happen in the next 5 minutes, tomorrow, the coming week...well, you get the point. So it's the most pleasantly disturbing thing that all the good things that have happened to me over the past few weeks were absolutely unexpected: the funnest vacation I've had in months, dabbling successfully with realistic fiction (!), those deliciously warm 15 minutes with a friend I thought I'd lost forever, getting to know my seniors better in the most awesome places ever, the good times at the film festival, those 3 am walks, random koffeeklatsches and not caring how its spelt..


Good things are on the cards is what I told everyone when I wished them a happy new year, and that goes for me too. And it's good know something is coming and not losing sleep over the arrival time for once.