Sublimation

You know you're special to me when I start making art for you. I draw you, then present it in the most surprising way possible, like turning my rendition of you into a bookmark and giving it to you when you least expect it.

But you know you're really, really special when I start writing about you. AND NO I DON'T MEAN STALKER-LIKE WRITING, but more of a fiction-ish essay expressing everything I can't express in real life. So far, only two people have been special enough for me to write about them. See here: 1, 2

Only two people, but a third one might come up soon; I feel like I'm going to burst if I keep my emotions pent up like this. I do spend more than usual amount of time with my friends this summer so that I could feel good, but I can't mask the loneliness forever, now, can't I? Writing will be my form of release.

OH DUDE SUMMER IS SO BAD FOR ME

I AM SO EMO

THE ONLY THING MISSING TO COMPLETE MY WHOLE EMO LOOK IS A CUTTER XDDD

I'm still the eternal optimist, though. See, I sublimate my pain and turn it into something useful and positive! That's the way mature people handle it! XD