#little talks
So after months of being stuck in this rut, I can gladly say that I’m finally moving ahead towards the right direction. What makes me happy and apprehensive at the same time is that when June comes around, I could potentially be anywhere..
London, Nottingham or I could still be here in Birmingham. It still excites me though that the future is unwritten. I haven’t received any interviews or offers as of yet but I’m confident that I will be hearing from some soon.
I could even take the next step and apply abroad because that would be an even better opportunity…I’ll see what happens though.
It’s feels good to cut off the shit from my life. And I feel as though I may be drifting apart from some people…I will let it happen. I won’t be the one who makes them stay.
I want to be free and to do that I can’t hold onto any expectations…
Anyway, enjoy this song here, it’s got such a catchy tune:
the theme that always resonates me the most in stories is “the world is cruel; therefore I won’t be.”
when a pessimistic, self-destructive character who has been made hard and cynical and bitter by repeated trauma and horror is suddenly put into a situation where they could be like “well, that’s just how it is, life’s a bitch” but they choose not to? When they decide instead they’ll be damned if they don’t die fighting to make their shitty fucking world a little bit less shitty?
When they are yanked into a relationship with someone who is way more hopeful and idealistic than they are, who has not experienced the same suffering, and they think “I’m not going to let them hurt the way I was hurt” even though they may not have ever given a damn about what anyone else was going through before?
That’s just about the most important story there is, if you ask me
It’s always “why did you go out in the storm” and “your soaking wet” and never How was the storm The storm looked fun was it fun
do kids these days know about little talks by of monsters and men.