No really, this isn’t a joke. You’ve got quite a lot of explaining to do — about a lot of things, actually. But foremost, I want you to tell me why you have this old image uploaded into your archives. I was going through your things while you were out — no shut up, this isn’t about me, this is about YOU. Don’t try to change the subject.
How long have you even had this, and more importantly: why? By the way, Blog, the correct answer is: “because of the baby bunny,” and NOT: “because of the young lady (who thought a red blouse, red shorts, and a blue cap was a good idea for jog-wear)”.
The former is vaguely excusable. The latter, creepy as anything, so cut it out.
But seriously, what is even going on in this photo? Why am I scowling at a tiny rabbit while in the third-worst outfit imaginable?
I can only assume it is because I hated small, precious animals. Or the more likely scenario; because I’m just so innately awkward. Yeah, that’s just the way we roll around. You best respect.
Ugh. I see what you did there, Blog. Trying to distract me, eh? Well it won’t work this time! Mark my words, Blog, I’m going to keep going through your stuff and I better not find anymore images of young girls.
This is just getting weird.
It’s still January, so that means the new year’s still new.
I’m back for another semester at commerce school and not yet behind in anything, so the horizon is bright and inviting. For me, there’s still this hopeful feeling permeating every single day. You can be productive, I’m telling myself, and better yet, I’m believing it.
More pictures under the cut.
When I told you that I wanted to “Focus on work [and my social life],” I was being honest. But our time apart has taught me many valuable lessons. I’ve also come to realise I’ve missed being with you so much. Really. I’m sorry about all those things I [may or may not have] said. I [probably] didn’t mean them. Please, Blog, please take me back. I think I’m finally ready to take our relationship to the next step like you had originally wanted. I may be a working, studying, immensely talented and super hot young person* but that doesn’t mean I’ll have to push you away this time. I can make this work. Honest.
Blog, baby, I don’t know how else to say this… but I think I love you.
On a different note.