It's currently-- 6:49 am.
Why am I up so early? It's because I haven't fallen asleep yet. I don't think I've got just a slight case of insomnia; I think I've just been diagnosed with chronic insomnia. Either I've got my days and nights mixed up, but I'm pretty sure it's the insomnia. I just don't seem to fall into sleep, unless it's a very very light slumber; with me waking up at the slightest sounds. And I've already consumed all the cold medicine for me to become a bit drowsy. This is an issue.. But don't we all have issues? And I think we both know I've already got enough psycho issues. Haha.
I've already explained my pathetic-ness on my obsession with my online stories. Yes, I think I've become entirely consumed with these stories that amazing authors publish online. I sound so freaking pathetic but honestly, I find them to be super duper amusing; although the time consuming-ness of it. And while reading, I don't even feel any type of my usual always-hungry-ness! Amazing, isn't it? It gets me to shut up and sit with my random "Holy mother fcuking sh!t, he's hot" spazzes.
Hence, adding on to my craziness..
Please don't find me pathetic.
Don't you dare find me pathetic because I'm in love with a fictional character(s).
Don't you dare call me pathetic because I'm starting to find some sort of hope outta' this.
Don't you dare call me insane because I'm almost living in it.
Don't you dare call me psycho because I'm almost hullucinating into thinking everything is real.
Don't you dare call me crazy because I'm willing(already pretty much did) giving up my spring break for these.
And, don't you dare get annoyed/ignore my spazzisms about these.
Okay, I admit my sudden 'likings' are a little overboard. Heck, obsession is too small of a word to describe my sudden likings to certain things(people). My sudden 'boy-crazy' is only because of how these authors portray these badboy, mean; yet kind and caring, peeeeeeeerfect guys. They know exactly how to respond at the perfect time, they have the perfect words to say, they aren't corny, nice boys I find disgusting, fighting, gun-holding, gang-leading guys; they've got me hooked.
Hence, they're fictional... and a figment of my imagination, I really can't help it.
Sometimes I do wish I can just go off searching for 'Paris.' Although there's bound to be flaws, bumps along the road, and becoming lost searching for Paris.. Because, Paris is worth it. I sound so... pathetic, lame, crazy but I really can't help it. I want to forget about everything, my dreams, my hopes, and just go off to find that one moment.
Isn't it crazy how every smile, every tear, happy and sad memories, big or small; bring us all down to just this one moment?
Every moment we've already lived, it brings us back down to th present..
"I have a lake house—it’s about 5 hours out of the city. It’s secluded and very scenic. I haven’t been there in awhile and I feel like going again. It’ll be nice, you’ll like it there.' He said confidently before quickly adding, 'Plus there’s ducks.'
Yoori furrowed her brows in confusion, 'Why would that be a deciding factor for me?'
He scoffed defensively, slightly taken aback by her less than graceful reaction to the breadwinner he was using as his catalytic persuasion, 'I don’t know. Don’t girls like ducks?'
Yoori scoffed at his generalizing assumption. 'I like to eat them.'
He frowned, 'Well there’s ducks frolicking around my lake house and I think that should be the final deciding factor to make you jump out of bed. I thought you’d be one of those girls who actually adores the ‘cuteness’ of ducks. Either way, you can ‘ooh and ah’ them or chase after them with my gun. I could care less; all I care is that you go. '"
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"That is until he broke her trance when he suddenly averted his eyes back onto her. Obviously noting her awe-like stare on him, he gave her an awkward look.'What are you thinking about?'
'You.' She answered mindlessly.
Her eyes then grew huge when pried herself out of her unwarranted stupor. ‘SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!’
'I MEAN! Y-YOU!!' She struggled to find a plausible alternative for her blunt and unfiltered answer. ‘AHHHH!!!’ She thought panicking as her mind ran in circles.
She then caught sight of a duck waddling beside them.
A flickering light bulb turned on…
This was definitely not her best alternative but it was the only one she could think of in her state of panic.
‘Oh God…I’m going to sound so effin stupid---.’
'Yo—Y--YOU STUPID DUCK! PADDLE FASTER! YOU’RE IN OUR WAY!”
Don't you dare call me insane because I'm almost living in it.
Don't you dare call me psycho because I'm almost hullucinating into thinking everything is real.
Don't you dare call me crazy because I'm willing(already pretty much did) giving up my spring break for these.
And, don't you dare get annoyed/ignore my spazzisms about these.
Okay, I admit my sudden 'likings' are a little overboard. Heck, obsession is too small of a word to describe my sudden likings to certain things(people). My sudden 'boy-crazy' is only because of how these authors portray these badboy, mean; yet kind and caring, peeeeeeeerfect guys. They know exactly how to respond at the perfect time, they have the perfect words to say, they aren't corny, nice boys I find disgusting, fighting, gun-holding, gang-leading guys; they've got me hooked.
Hence, they're fictional... and a figment of my imagination, I really can't help it.
Sometimes I do wish I can just go off searching for 'Paris.' Although there's bound to be flaws, bumps along the road, and becoming lost searching for Paris.. Because, Paris is worth it. I sound so... pathetic, lame, crazy but I really can't help it. I want to forget about everything, my dreams, my hopes, and just go off to find that one moment.
Isn't it crazy how every smile, every tear, happy and sad memories, big or small; bring us all down to just this one moment?
Every moment we've already lived, it brings us back down to th present..
"I have a lake house—it’s about 5 hours out of the city. It’s secluded and very scenic. I haven’t been there in awhile and I feel like going again. It’ll be nice, you’ll like it there.' He said confidently before quickly adding, 'Plus there’s ducks.'
Yoori furrowed her brows in confusion, 'Why would that be a deciding factor for me?'
He scoffed defensively, slightly taken aback by her less than graceful reaction to the breadwinner he was using as his catalytic persuasion, 'I don’t know. Don’t girls like ducks?'
Yoori scoffed at his generalizing assumption. 'I like to eat them.'
He frowned, 'Well there’s ducks frolicking around my lake house and I think that should be the final deciding factor to make you jump out of bed. I thought you’d be one of those girls who actually adores the ‘cuteness’ of ducks. Either way, you can ‘ooh and ah’ them or chase after them with my gun. I could care less; all I care is that you go. '"
:) <3333333333333333333333333333
"That is until he broke her trance when he suddenly averted his eyes back onto her. Obviously noting her awe-like stare on him, he gave her an awkward look.'What are you thinking about?'
'You.' She answered mindlessly.
Her eyes then grew huge when pried herself out of her unwarranted stupor. ‘SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!’
'I MEAN! Y-YOU!!' She struggled to find a plausible alternative for her blunt and unfiltered answer. ‘AHHHH!!!’ She thought panicking as her mind ran in circles.
She then caught sight of a duck waddling beside them.
A flickering light bulb turned on…
This was definitely not her best alternative but it was the only one she could think of in her state of panic.
‘Oh God…I’m going to sound so effin stupid---.’
'Yo—Y--YOU STUPID DUCK! PADDLE FASTER! YOU’RE IN OUR WAY!”
... If I had one wish right now, at this exact moment; without me having to think about the future...
I'd experience the magic of Paris.
I'd experience the magic of Paris.
