burning bridges and reconstruction pains.

okay i was supposed to update ages ago.

but the weekends came.

and weekends are the days

i set fire to the bridge that leads me back to the real world.

because the real world hurts.

NO I WON'T MAKE THIS POST SAD.

everyone's so positive on their blogs now.

it makes me want to huddle up into a corner 

and bawl.

BUT I SHALL NOT because:

a) i have reached a level of maturity of some sort.

b) bawling doesn't solve anything. trust me.

c) corners are dark, dusty places which depresses me...further.

ANYWAY.

i hate mondays.

because i have to reconstruct the bridge.

from my world, to THAT world.

the one everyone lives in.

and it's backbreaking work.

go ask any construction worker.

no one's gonna say lifting all that heavy shit is fun.

and i have to make sure it's steady.

but this is the part i hate:

when i just about get everything ready

bridge is built 

i can frolic over it as long as i want

then the weekends come and i cut all ties.

OKAY SURE.

i know what you're thinking.

"then don't burn the frikken bridge omg dina why are you so stupid?"

shut up.

my bridge - i'll burn it if i want okay.

YOU: what? omg, what, then why is she complaining gosh it's all her own fault. /exits blog/

fine be that way.

SOCIETY IS EVIL.

i can SO teach Hypocrisy 101.

aha.

so as you can see i'm really into this metaphorical shit.

or was that even a metaphor?
hahaha i don't know.

anyway.

here's a happy post 

cos i rarely have those 

and to make up for THIS happy post

i'll spice up the melancholy on the next.

till the next post.

- Dina x