The word 'emo' makes me think of an ostrich for some reason.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=42Vt24AKzEY

You get used to things over time.

The quality of it

The joy it brings you

The way it excites and calms you simultaneously

Doesn't change however, not unless you start taking things for granted.

What an amazing play yesterday's was.

What a wondrous time it was.

And you wanna know something?
At a horror show, or pretty much anything with the slightest hint of a creepy tone,
The scariest thing isn't the show.

Or so I have been told.

I am the weakest human alive in this aspect.
My heart can't take it.

I kind of just... Die. You know. From shock.


Ah, but it was a reaalllyy good play.
Laughing bitterly at your tragic past/situation is something that really tugs at people's heartstrings, something I've tried before but didn't quite manage to get to work.

I had so many goosebumps that I was literally shivering after it was over.

*deep breath*

Not quite over it yet..  >~<



.
Things feel complete, not that it was starved of before (or perhaps it has indeed been so)
Most if not all of once coveted for has one after another fallen off the list you don't wanna admit.


You've been invited to a Christmas party, too.

The first ever in your life, just like all things experienced this year.

Meeting with friends, having food, watching plays together, discussing thoughts after, late night snacks together, and a train ride home, coupled with 'bye's knowing that you'd see each other soon... It feels like an exaggeration, but it is known that I have a non-existent social life. This is therefore a huge huge huuuuggee step forward for me.

I feel filled, like a balloon swelling with good things or a bloated cat unable to move even if it's to aid digestion from robbing a buffet earlier.



I am so blessed.

Truly, 'emo' as it makes me,
I feel blessed.