i don’t think anyone understands how much i am struggling right now
with unwelcome possibilities, with their impact, with possible change. please, no.
i’m actually quite looking forward to winter, really, where i can be content with a steaming mug of coffee, a good book and a window. rugged up and daydreaming. if only it snowed in melbourne.
perspective is everything
something i’ve learned is that everything is always so much darker at night. come morning, there’s always hope. i hate the way i drown in the darkness with heavy thoughts. it’s a such a waste
two weeks of nothing but surfing and hammocks and the seaside
crashing back into real life, it’s so disorientating
bordering on slight obsession when you keep intruding upon my thoughts.
overcome with so much love for the world right now
off to wilsons prom with the family. sun, surf, hammocks. cannot wait.
exactly a year ago, i was in ebisu, tokyo, re-enacting the scene from hana yori dango at ebisu garden place with mai.
戻りたい戻りたい戻りたい～
first time i’ve cried in twenty twelve:
just then, after watching a really sad japanese drama. it was really sad. i was sobbing.
this was it, actually:
it was a really cute scene where she was leaving for hokkaido and he’d just found her letter and realised that he couldn’t let her leave like that and was running after her and ended up chasing the bus cause he just missed her. actually, it was quite cliched. but that’s japanese tv, i suppose.
i don’t know why i felt the need to document this. basically i feel really weak now, from all that crying
