It's been long established that emotions and I are enemies. I hate emotions. Rather, I hate my emotions when they stray away from 'Happy' and 'Angry'. Life is so much better when you suppress everything and don't deal with bullshit. Just watch other people and their drama and you'll enjoy life a lot more. That's how I got along so well.
That was until yesterday. Yesterday everything changed, and I turned into a big blubbering idiot. It all started at Starbucks with Alex. It was the morning, I hadn't slept, and I had been kicked out of my house for Real Estate nonsense. I also had a juicy piece of gossip that I tried not to share with her. That was apparently a big mistake because within thirty seconds I had tears streaming down my cheeks and Alex nearly feel off her chair laughing. It didn't get any better either.
Leaving Starbucks we went to Chapters and then Oakville Place. While we were at Chapters they played Michael Buble, and then James Blunt. I cried twice. At HMV they were playing a Michael Buble DVD. I cried again. My brain was near melting out of my brain trying to figure out where all this emotion rubbish was coming from. It showed too.
By the time we were eating lunch I was incapable of focusing on anything, never mind having a conversation. The waitress at Pizza Delight asked me how I liked some sort of crazy pizza that I had and in response I stared out the window opening and closing my mouth like a fish.
It should be no surprise then that I was a huge party pooper later that night. Instead of being especially social I just drank a lot, sat in the corner, and posted some sort of emo nonsense on Livejournal that I forgot about until people started calling me to see if I was ok.
After all that I'm left feeling like an orange that some annoying child kept squishing until there was no more juice left inside. I'm so incredibly drained. I'm going to a party again tonight though. Unfortunately I don't have enough money to do anything other than just go. So I might take pictures. Or I might just stay home and be a big sap in bed. I'll keep you posted.
emotions can be awful :(
I live in Oakville again so let me know if you want someone to talk to/forget about things with.
<3!
That's an interesting metaphor you've got going on.. oranges, eh?
You lied. You didn't party with us on Saturday or take pictures :( ... *le tear* I got a nice picture of you frowning though like the one you had at me at the V-Day party but more red eye and less drunkness.