Real crying is involuntary. You still do that thing you use to do as a kid, where you try your hardest not to let it out, and you pull the ugliest face you can possibly manage, and it happens anyway.
That’s real crying.
I’ve had a busy summer, and a fucking awesome one at that. I’ve been partying hard at Benicasssim festival in the sun and sea, drinking cheap vodka and taking things I shouldn’t. And I’ve just recently returned from New York, where my eldest American cousin has just got married. Her husband is awesome and a real action man. He’s killed a BEAR with a fucking BOW AND ARROW. I would love to know how many people can say they have a relation who has done that.
New York in general was cool. My family lives in Floral Park, which is like 30-40 minute away from Manhattan and all that jazz, so I got to see a more suburban side of New York. It was nice, really peaceful, and had streets that looked like ‘Desperate Housewives’ was filmed on them. This made me consider moving out there for a year abroad whilst I’m at uni. I’ve read that Motion Graphics and Animation is big in the US, so it’s not like it’s irrelevant? If not during uni, I’d like to go after, even if it was for a few months, just travelling or doing bar jobs to get money and shit.
Thinking like this got me excited, just for life in general. I wanna do stuff, I wanna have fun.
I stupidly left my room unlocked and went on a night out… School-boy error, I know. When I got back, they’d took all my clothes out of my wardrobe and spread them around the flat. They also got allllll the change I’ve been saving up and attached them to the ceiling.
I didn’t mind clearing it up, but I needed music while I did it right?