Building Castles in the Air
I
am
feeling extremely
despondent.
I think for once I’ve found a word exactly right to match what I am
really feeling at this moment.
I think hope dissipates with time.
Whether misplaced or not.
Why Aren’t They Calling?
Kill me now.
Kill me now.
Kill me now.
Kill me now.
Kill me now.
Kill me now.
I am typing this with ice cold fingers.
Kill me now.
ARGHHHHHHHH
Han the Incredible Meanie
jeopardi(SING) hui lin says:
will u ever get married and have kids
Hanpening says:
tis unlikely
jeopardi(SING) hui lin says:
AIYOH
jeopardi(SING) hui lin says:
tsk tsk
Hanpening says:
Hanpening says:
overated babies
Hanpening says:
ill just grow seamonkeys
jeopardi(SING) hui lin says:
seamonkeys??
jeopardi(SING) hui lin says:
why seamonkeys
Hanpening says:
dnno. their like the same thing
Hanpening says:
u kin play with em and teach them tricks
Hanpening says:
and so much ezier
Hanpening says:
to grow
Hanpening says:
seamonkeys <3
jeopardi(SING) hui lin says:
why SEA monkeys
jeopardi(SING) hui lin says:
why not lan monkeys
jeopardi(SING) hui lin says:
land*
Hanpening says:
too much like real babies
Hanpening says:
o_o
jeopardi(SING) hui lin says:
LOLL
jeopardi(SING) hui lin says:
YOU ARE SUCH A MEANIE LOLOL
How are things?
I’m happy where I am, but what I would really really really like now
is closure.
A conclusion I can make about everything and everyone important to me.
It feels like autumn in some places in my heart right now. In the middle of sun and snow, vibrant, colourful, but confused. Stay or go, thanks, but no in-betweens.
I can’t wait for next week. I can’t wait for July. I can’t wait for September.
I can’t wait to explore, to travel to places known and unknown, to Welsh countrysides with names I can’t pronounce, to Chesil Beach, to Arthur’s Seat again.
Winter tastes of finality to me. Maybe that’s just how I like it.
