Konbanwa!
And this isn't my adolescent fangirl-japanese, either. Because... dum dum dum...
...I'm officially learning Japanese! Yay me. Incredibly happy with my classes and my sensei. People, sign up for language classes. They be awesome.
I haven't been writing again. I had such high hopes, with my romantically-inclined thoughts and my moleskine notebook(which is gathering dust in a drawer, btw) that to realize two entire weeks have gone by without me writing a word is a huge shock, but not unexpected. Plus, I've been commissioned to write so much that I'm beginning to fear for my life. I'm doing one thing sort-of officially, and two more sort-of unofficially.
Things are going as well as can be expected. I have thoughts to think and things to do, but nothing's the end of the world exactly. At least, I need to keep telling myself that. Is this feeling of despair deep down in me normal? Or am I suffering from some kind of psychological syndrome? Maybe they could call it Over-sensitivitis. Everything hurts me far too much, and writing this blog post's suddenly worsening my mood instead of making everything better.
I have a good life, a great life. I just need to keep that in mind.
BdK.
P.S. Shit. This coping mechanism where I publish my thoughts on random topics to make myselfmore optimistic forget real life seems to be failing. I almost signed my real name just now.
And this isn't my adolescent fangirl-japanese, either. Because... dum dum dum...
...I'm officially learning Japanese! Yay me. Incredibly happy with my classes and my sensei. People, sign up for language classes. They be awesome.
I haven't been writing again. I had such high hopes, with my romantically-inclined thoughts and my moleskine notebook(which is gathering dust in a drawer, btw) that to realize two entire weeks have gone by without me writing a word is a huge shock, but not unexpected. Plus, I've been commissioned to write so much that I'm beginning to fear for my life. I'm doing one thing sort-of officially, and two more sort-of unofficially.
Things are going as well as can be expected. I have thoughts to think and things to do, but nothing's the end of the world exactly. At least, I need to keep telling myself that. Is this feeling of despair deep down in me normal? Or am I suffering from some kind of psychological syndrome? Maybe they could call it Over-sensitivitis. Everything hurts me far too much, and writing this blog post's suddenly worsening my mood instead of making everything better.
I have a good life, a great life. I just need to keep that in mind.
BdK.
P.S. Shit. This coping mechanism where I publish my thoughts on random topics to make myself
