most likely, i am stuck (on rewind) this month as well.
bro is tenderly making his poisoned sarcastic remarks
(how much poison he is letting go through my veins, aw)
that i am doing nothing but decaying self-destructive activity.
sex, sleeping over, spending sources on stupid stuff (sssss),
staying still if you want to make a call to it. how evocative, yay.
i promised myself that first three months, i got home
i do nothing but enjoy my sophisticated aristocratic life.
long enough, need to do something. pretty much at will.
starting tomorrow, let us go back to my perfect activities.
including prepairing to toefl/sat/nns1, reading something
about sociology and the spanish history (i am so always
crushing on Aragon queens and kings <3) and that my
lovely Reneissance. brushing up everything about the same
guys. should i call back to Masaccio, maybe? quite yes.
and write sensei that i am not giving up aesthetics. for good.
how can i give up aesthetics? i am so much incredible in it (**)
do something interesting, at least.
and stop my perfect as well decay for a while.
not that i do not enjoy being decayed and fallen.
but i still have my aims to complete.