I saw Ong Bak yesterday, and if I'm not in love, I'm at the very least in some pretty fucking serious lust.
Also, I realized recently that the way I deal with really stressful shit is to stop writing pretty much altogether.. I haven't written in my paper diary in more than a month now and I may burst soon.
It's so stupid, too.. feh.
Am I just pretending nothing happened, or pretending it's not a big deal? Will let you know after I think about it 'til it dies.
Also, I realized recently that the way I deal with really stressful shit is to stop writing pretty much altogether.. I haven't written in my paper diary in more than a month now and I may burst soon.
It's so stupid, too.. feh.
Am I just pretending nothing happened, or pretending it's not a big deal? Will let you know after I think about it 'til it dies.