Hi! I'm an emotional wreck this weekend, trying to keeping it together while everyone I want to be with are out of town or not even living in this town. At least I bought a new t-shirt for 5 dollars yesterday that I imagine was bought during a honeymoon, but then it ended with a divorce so the person left it at the thrift store for me to buy.
Anyway, I was talking to Linn last night, venting to her while she was drunk as fuck on the other side of the Atlantic. She told me to watch How to be single because apparently her bf thought it was hilarious and I thought if Daniel thinks a movie that looks so shit is funny then it could probably work as distraction.
I cried like a baby six times. So no.
Although earlier today I wasn't crying, but my mind was likely the most exhausting place to be in on this planet, so I decided to distract myself with some shopping. Went to Strand and walked around for hours before getting a coffee at Whynot on Orchard and checking out some shops on LES. Then I went home and watched some soccer (who am I?) and ordered food and felt sorry for myself.
And this is me two minutes ago, as the *rebellious* teenager I've felt like for the past two days. I literally feel like a 14 year old with disproportionate boobs and an anger towards the rest of humanity. You know, like my mind is set on the fact that I don't like broccoli but then I tired it and loved it but I'm too proud to say it. Like I want to hug a cute puppy and cry, but also throw plates in the ground at the same time.
But instead I'm going to bed, hoping for this weekend to be over and for everything to go back to normal.