If you have been reading between the lines you might know why I have been so silent.
It's not like I was a lamb (now this must be the most terribly lame reference to popular culture ever). And it's not like I was wearing a gag for BDSM or other purposes.
It's, like, because I don't know what to say.
I have a solid reason to being puzzled. This reason is approximately 2500 to 3000 kilometres away from me and currently supposedly asleep.
Why don't I just spit it out, well, it's kind of a, well, boyfriend-kind of a reason.
I KNOW
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
I DON'T EVEN
But this is an old maid desperation blog, you say.
Well exactly. That is kind of problematic. Try to take it as 'encouraging', though, right? Yeah I know, if I were you I'd just want to punch me in the face. I remember a little too well the feeling when someone else got involved with someone and I was completely unable to be happy for them due to being too busy dwelling in my own miserability and all the hatred I bore towards those goddamn-fucking-cock-sucking-priviledged sons-and-daughters-of-bitches who, indeed, were basically ordinary people finding each other.
Well I don't think I'm that ordinary. I'm still a fuck up, no matter what.
So I guess this blog will turn into something like, oldmaidness and beyond. I'm trying to figure out a catchy name. Relationships puzzle me and I continue to be awkward so why not write about it, right? Also, if there is something, anything that you would like me to write about, please do contact me! I would be delighted!
Will you guys still read me?
Please do not feel like I betrayed you?
I feel like I betrayed you, though. And myself. And I'm scared as hell. I think that's makes a good starting point.
Over the next few weeks I'm kind of busy travelling but I will get back to you sooner or later, I promise.
