I hope it's clear that I was really, really trying not to be weird about the way things were. All the time, I was telling myself, just enjoy it for what it is, don't be weird, don't get all screwed up over something it isn't. The usual mantra when you're with someone who you're not really with and desperately want to be.
Have you noticed how telling yourself all that shit never actually helps?
Crooked Little Vein
Love life, how so complicated? I tried putting the last few months into words the other day and by the time I got tired from writing that shit my word count was 2300. And there's more. And even more happened between then and now. I define tl;dr. But it's basically that passage up there.
So I just passively watch stuff, cry my eyes out on Who season finale episodes, enjoy summer TV shows much more than the shows during the rest of the year (Weeds! Middleman!), I read comics every week and generally am less and less fannish about everything. Which depresses the fuck out of me, but so many things do the same, easily, these days. *shrug* But I'm happy in general. At least I think I am. Real life has its moments.
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