//Howling at the moon with friends//
Friday, 20 February 2015 | 11:37 pm | 0 comments
Okay, so my friends probably know know me as the anime hater, here is something new for a change after YEARS. I'm not so against it anymore, but still kinda am. Does that make any sense? I suppose not, not of my concern though. (this is so gonna spoil my rep, might probably delete this paragraph in the near future).
Ah, so I managed to borrow the 3rd book to both my favourite Medusa inspired stories after like a year? Sweet legacy and The wicked within. Aristanae <3 I claim that as my alias now. BUT, I just am not really nuts about reading as of now. A phase I suppose? Went through this last year before going back into reading obsessively. I really need to buck up my vocab yknow. Just look at this post, all basic english with zero impressive phrase/word or whatever at all. Still, I do wanna know what happened to them and the conclusion to the story. I really hate it when books are like released too long after I completed the book before it, like interest is gone yknow, and I really detest reading the final book to any series, like, I never want it to end!! How can it even happen. Ugh
I thought I was over my long time crush, oh how wrong am i. He never liked me and he never will. I wish he knew though, like how I really feel. I
know he knows I have a crazy crush on him, he probably thinks that it was due to the harmless flirting he did to me early last year, but no. It was 3 years ago, during the end of 2012 when I saw him standing outside his classroom talking to his classmates. I liked him that very instant and seeing him every single time causes those exact emotions to surface, as though seeing him for the very first time yknow. It still ain't love though. I don't know what this is. Not an obsession either. Crush seems to be an understatement. I really have no clue. Usually time heals everything and they almost did. But I couldn't help it and I went to his workplace and got a peek. Oh, what a terrible mistake. Palpitation. I forgotten how i loved the view of his back and arms. Is that weird? Oh probably, can't disagree with that. But ohhh, what a view. I just really want him to know but I really don't. I hate it that he is so close to a particular someone. I hate it that his friends know everything that he ever said to me like they meant nothing and not worth secrecy. I hate that he ever existed.
Yet for every memory i ever had of him, I'm thankful, I'm contented but not satisfied.