After all these years
The smell of the food on the plate in front of me is nauseating.
Probably because it isn't food, rather, an edible, food-like substance.
You know, processed, crumbed fish or whatever.
I have been rapidly declining for the past few hours as a matter of fact, and I'm not entirely sure why.
I'm attempting to find some red vinyl to recreate Vince Noir's glam rock ski suit for my 18th next month, but bloody hell, it's expensive. Fifty bucks a metre.
I'm glad that I made that resolution to do things that scare me.
I do hope that I recognise when I'm scared because it's something I don't want to do and when I'm scared for no real reason though.
I met someone for the first time last night, and chances are I won't meet them again.
But I'm glad I did.
Only for half an hour.
It was strange to hear "Nice to meet you."
It didn't seem like the first time meeting them.
I just kept thinking, "You only live once."
Today shall be a ramble, as I cannot formulate anything in my mind.
I wish I could type my exact thoughts.
This reminds me of Julia's humourous rendition of someone's thoughts today.
I am up and down like a yo-yo.
I can't type my exact thoughts because I do not know or understand them.
I am just incredibly exhausted today for no apparent reason.
The worst is over now, and we can live again.
I do love the rain.
I really do.
Standing out in the rain is nice.
I love Tahitian rain.
It's warm.
Running in the rain over there was amazing.
Running is amazing.
Tahiti is amazing.
There aren't many things or people that you can sincerely call amazing.
There are often times when you realise how amazing someone is, or they might decide that they feel that way about you.
Rather an overused adjective.
But when you really mean it, when you really feel it, it shows.
Memories have always and always will fascinate me.
Sitting in a situation that I never want to forget, I often can't help but think, "In a week this will start to blur."
Sometimes I'll be sitting somewhere, and it will just occur to me that I will have no recollection of the moment in a while.
I wonder what makes some of those memories stick so vividly then.
Looking into someone's eyes and hearing something you know you'll never hear again. Like a movie. Thoughts undisclosed until one little moment then quickly snatched from the air never to be revealed so sincerely again.
Laughing with someone in the sunshine, their cheeky smile frozen in my memory. No idea that little over a week later they'd betray everything they'd said that day.
The penetrating stare of someone who wasn't around for too long, and the sentence that accompanied it.
The restlessness of someone next to me, and their feeble explanations, or lies, or whatever the hell they were. Reasons as to why nothing would work.
I remember crying on someone's shoulder at a bus stop one cold night just a few days later. Not that either or us were catching a bus. Or going anywhere in fact. I remember that this someone had originally disliked me. And then we both realised we'd just misunderstood each other.
Je ne sais pas. I want to type more but I should go.
No doubt I'll ramble at a later date.
Probably because it isn't food, rather, an edible, food-like substance.
You know, processed, crumbed fish or whatever.
I have been rapidly declining for the past few hours as a matter of fact, and I'm not entirely sure why.
I'm attempting to find some red vinyl to recreate Vince Noir's glam rock ski suit for my 18th next month, but bloody hell, it's expensive. Fifty bucks a metre.
I'm glad that I made that resolution to do things that scare me.
I do hope that I recognise when I'm scared because it's something I don't want to do and when I'm scared for no real reason though.
I met someone for the first time last night, and chances are I won't meet them again.
But I'm glad I did.
Only for half an hour.
It was strange to hear "Nice to meet you."
It didn't seem like the first time meeting them.
I just kept thinking, "You only live once."
Today shall be a ramble, as I cannot formulate anything in my mind.
I wish I could type my exact thoughts.
This reminds me of Julia's humourous rendition of someone's thoughts today.
I am up and down like a yo-yo.
I can't type my exact thoughts because I do not know or understand them.
I am just incredibly exhausted today for no apparent reason.
The worst is over now, and we can live again.
I do love the rain.
I really do.
Standing out in the rain is nice.
I love Tahitian rain.
It's warm.
Running in the rain over there was amazing.
Running is amazing.
Tahiti is amazing.
There aren't many things or people that you can sincerely call amazing.
There are often times when you realise how amazing someone is, or they might decide that they feel that way about you.
Rather an overused adjective.
But when you really mean it, when you really feel it, it shows.
Memories have always and always will fascinate me.
Sitting in a situation that I never want to forget, I often can't help but think, "In a week this will start to blur."
Sometimes I'll be sitting somewhere, and it will just occur to me that I will have no recollection of the moment in a while.
I wonder what makes some of those memories stick so vividly then.
Looking into someone's eyes and hearing something you know you'll never hear again. Like a movie. Thoughts undisclosed until one little moment then quickly snatched from the air never to be revealed so sincerely again.
Laughing with someone in the sunshine, their cheeky smile frozen in my memory. No idea that little over a week later they'd betray everything they'd said that day.
The penetrating stare of someone who wasn't around for too long, and the sentence that accompanied it.
The restlessness of someone next to me, and their feeble explanations, or lies, or whatever the hell they were. Reasons as to why nothing would work.
I remember crying on someone's shoulder at a bus stop one cold night just a few days later. Not that either or us were catching a bus. Or going anywhere in fact. I remember that this someone had originally disliked me. And then we both realised we'd just misunderstood each other.
Je ne sais pas. I want to type more but I should go.
No doubt I'll ramble at a later date.
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