i, whiner

so under the most unplanned circumstances, the OC and i end up having dinner together. and suddenly, i'm not so sure if going ahead with my confessional come the 20th is actually the best idea. letting go is insanely difficult, and i go slightly mad oscillating between depressive rationality, the twisted tragicomedy of the moment and the hallucinogenic high from the weed known as hope, that damned eczema of the mind that refuses to go away. it seems like i'm screwed no matter what i do.

i wanted to tell her i thought the funniest episode was the one where they played the game, and chandler+joey won mon's apartment. i wanted to tell her my favourite scene was when they viewed the tape. i wanted to tell her my favourite joke was chandler moving to 15 yemen road, yemen. i wanted to tell her i liked it best when ross and rachel were first together, and that it was never the same again after they were "on a break". i wanted to tell her i liked ross because he seemed the most complete character to me (well and that i related to his loserishness), even though chandler got all the best lines. i wanted to tell her i tried to delay watching the final episode, and that i too cried when it ended. but of course, multiple viewings of friends is no match for hardcoded social awkwardness.

why would gerrard ever want to play for sengkang fc?

whinewhinewhinewhinewhine. this post is damn blahhh, and highly unbecoming. sorry.

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