...all this time, it was my greatest defense mechanism. Stronger than laughter, more reliable than forgetting. Trying to be real and facing reality is really not what it's all cracked up to be. I don't like people in the real world; even if I were to meet Richard Armitage or Julian Rhind-Tutt in real life, it would be CRAP.
I never thought of myself as an Anne Shirley type, but even though I am not as exuberant, and I have a sneaking suspicion she's more an ENFP, I realise what a life-saver it has been. All those crappy movie lines and songs and fake concerts I have been to allowed me to dress up and imagine myself away. Why on earth else would I invent a pseudonym such as Skye Jacques? It no longer has any sanity saving devices left in it but I refuse to give it up for my real name.
But living in a fantasy world never let anyone earn a living (unless you act or write) - neither of which I see happening. I just see myself doing anything of any consequence here. Here, as in here on Earth.
I don't seem as depressed today. However, motivation is still nil as I refused to go out for a walk and the day was practically GORGEOUS, the stuff that dreams are made of (what a fucking cliché). I watched four episodes of Green Wing. Dunno how writers come up with sometimes genius, sometime utter crap. Like the affair between Joanna and Alan is frankly a waste of time. The girl who plays Caroline is really quite gorgeous.
North and South. John Thornton. SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM! My ovaries just burst. Masterpiece...so much better than P&P.
Amazing how our tastes just constantly change; everything changes and we are always so ill-prepared for it. Because it never changes the way that we wish.
And what, my little dear, will you do with the rest of the week? How will you make it improve your chances of doing something with your life? Trop de questions et pas de réponses.
I never thought of myself as an Anne Shirley type, but even though I am not as exuberant, and I have a sneaking suspicion she's more an ENFP, I realise what a life-saver it has been. All those crappy movie lines and songs and fake concerts I have been to allowed me to dress up and imagine myself away. Why on earth else would I invent a pseudonym such as Skye Jacques? It no longer has any sanity saving devices left in it but I refuse to give it up for my real name.
But living in a fantasy world never let anyone earn a living (unless you act or write) - neither of which I see happening. I just see myself doing anything of any consequence here. Here, as in here on Earth.
I don't seem as depressed today. However, motivation is still nil as I refused to go out for a walk and the day was practically GORGEOUS, the stuff that dreams are made of (what a fucking cliché). I watched four episodes of Green Wing. Dunno how writers come up with sometimes genius, sometime utter crap. Like the affair between Joanna and Alan is frankly a waste of time. The girl who plays Caroline is really quite gorgeous.
North and South. John Thornton. SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM! My ovaries just burst. Masterpiece...so much better than P&P.
Amazing how our tastes just constantly change; everything changes and we are always so ill-prepared for it. Because it never changes the way that we wish.
And what, my little dear, will you do with the rest of the week? How will you make it improve your chances of doing something with your life? Trop de questions et pas de réponses.
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