I get ridiculously sad over 18. I’m currently watching one of larry videos and a slow paced 18 playing in the background. Really, the maker make it so wittingly fit. I don’t know whether to give her a hug or strangle her. It sounds so sad and tragic, yet it has a glimpse of hope about a little magic, little miracle that probably would happen. My heart aches for God knows what kind of pain. Like whenever I’m listening to this slow paced 18, I get the feeling of desperation, then sadness will come and wash over me. Top that with fetus larry. I get the whole reason to snuck up on my blanket and cry. Idk. The way I see it, they had such happy, perfect relationship; it was so so so good and they looked genuinely happy. But then came the job, and thousands of its….demands. Finally they took the fall. Now they can’t be seen together, can’t even engage on friendly convos on public, and the worst of all; they can’t be like the way they used to be. God that hurts. He used to look at Lewi with such adoration and fondness in his eyes. And now it’s all gone. (Regardless the true nature of their relationship). And I’m sad. I figure that I’m not sad for them. It’s just… I can feel their desperation and sadness creeping in the air and it’s kinda contagious so now I’m feeling blue for a whole different reason. Larry induced stress. That’s what I’m experiencing. Idk. I just want to find happiness. I want to consume happiness. I want to have a living breathing source of happiness. If that exists at all.
“Even as young as you are? “
“Now kiss me, you fool!”
“Always in my heart, yours truly.”