I’m giving up with Tumblr for the main part. Why glorify a mundane life and a lifestyle we can’t afford to the extent of it being a necessity? “Last night got out of hand”… I signed up three years ago to catch-up with close friends who left for uni and have showcased to me such interesting pieces of artwork or interesting facts; crazy ideas or things to inspire a way of life. I cleared out my ‘likes’ to attempt to simply be filled with just that - or shit funny photos.
I think I want to be more personal. Have conversations in person, to keep me sane. I only want to talk personally to one person now… Posting my thoughts on this website ruined two of my relationships without a second thought over the years. I’m growing up and I’m becoming bitter - I just don’t need to know how much you want to fuck Ryan Gosling; nor does Ryan. Don’t take it personally, if I am following you, I bloody love what you (mostly) post, but I just can’t join in on that. So here’s a Buk’ style poem:
15th January
I’m sorry, but
You’re standing behind a
Door that I just
Don’t want to
Open again
When I’d much
Rather open a fresh
Bottle, and forget
About it all
If just for one
More night
In no way so I want to seem bigger than anyone, just this was never going to come out in such a way. Again, I’m just bitter and I miss my best friend.
