Wednesday, June 18
Goddamn.
If it is possible to feel totally wasted and yet totally content and smiling like a giddy little schoolgirl who'd just made her idol, IT IS NOW.
I just marathoned 13hours reading a fic (it was THAT long) and writing one myself, but it was totally worth it. Damn I haven't even eaten breakfast. Or brushed my teeth for that matter.
I hope (FINALLY) studying Wilfred Owen will make me feel better later. (oh yes that is
so not the most ironical thing I've ever said)
I just read Tango Pair. Sarcasm is a state of mind.
Shall go sleep and mumble incoherently about Atobe's awesomeness...