I’ve been hiding since Sunday evening and I am hiding today and most of this week. I understand why the Japanese (chinese?) cut off all their hair when they want to forget something… to start again. I’ve also noticed it’s a trend among celebrities, after a breakup they chop all their hair off. And start again. I could do that but I know I’d end up feeling more miserable as I feel like my hair’s the only good thing about myself - and even then I don’t really like it as much as I should.
Anyway, the point is, instead of chopping my hair off or jumping off bridges or taking a shit load of pills to try and forget things, I escaped as much as I knew how to. I changed all my passwords, took off my jewellery, changed my ringtone, bought a pack of cigarettes, packed my things and went somewhere else and let my phone run flat a few times.
I didn’t forget, but I changed and change is almost as good as forgetting… sometimes.
Anyway, the point is, instead of chopping my hair off or jumping off bridges or taking a shit load of pills to try and forget things, I escaped as much as I knew how to. I changed all my passwords, took off my jewellery, changed my ringtone, bought a pack of cigarettes, packed my things and went somewhere else and let my phone run flat a few times.
I didn’t forget, but I changed and change is almost as good as forgetting… sometimes.
I’m at my boyfriend’s house, he came and picked me up last night after a delicious (yet very fattening) thai green curry and apple pies with icecream. We had sex, showered and had more sex, slept (where apparently I was making funny noises all night, which doesn’t surprise me because I sometimes do it and wake myself up!) and was woken up by Tom as I didn’t even hear his alarms go off. He kissed me goodbye after I watched him dress infront of me (I was not closing my eyes through that!) and I fell right back asleep until 11:10.
Tonight, I’m assuming we’ll do our traditional iced-coffee run and late night shopping, however I will be wearing trackies and looking like a mess. I feel disgusting because even though I was able to escape, I ate way more than I normally would.
I have so much fun with my boyfriend, and we do fight and face things which other couples don’t, and it’s testing to our relationship, but everytime we come through stronger than before. This time, I feel like we’ve both really received confirmation of everything we want and mean to one another, and I have a feeling things are just going to get a lot more funner, hotter, passionate, loving and a whole less stressful.


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