When Timon and Pumba met The Great White Whale

Boy meets girl, girl and boy hang out, girl and boy spend time together doing various activities.

Friends ask them what's up with their lives, girl tells friends she met boy. Friends listen to her story, friends tell her their stories about her and boy. Girl hears many stories, some coming from her head, some from other authorities. Stories are always fun to hear, stories that keep you going through the day. Stories that keep you up at night. Stories that give you butterflies or just put a smile on your face. We all love stories so much we forget that that's all that they are. We forget about the real people, people, not characters, here and now, not the "once upon a time in a land far away". We get caught up in scenarios and ideas that won't make it passed our mouths. Reality is fragile and changing.

Aaaand we're back on with "Emotions- who the fuck are you and why are you ruining my life?!" :D

I've been feeling like shit for a while now with a new wave movement that originated about two weeks ago Wednesday, with a suggestion that I should put my studies on hold and chill my life. Having considered that and partly completed the task I started streak of continuous freak outs. I am incredibly insecure, unsure and tired. Above all TIRED constantly. I don't want to see almost any if my friends, I guess for the fact that I feel like I have failed. I have failed in my studies, I have failed in my love life and I'm even continuesly failing in my life style by eating too much, not working out 6times a week and now, drinking.

What I hate so fucking much right now is that, rewind 3 weeks, well maybe 4, and I'd not give a shit about any unwritten message. Now that I've decided to care, now it's gone... Thanks. Is it what any fucking "relationship" is about? Disappointment and sadness? Is it all about feeling shit about yourself? Reflecting on the things that you are not and never will be?

I really don't know who to talk to... And I don't know why it's suddenly so bad. I really don't see the point of moving forward. I don't want to start anything new cause it'll only end in bullshit.

Fix maths. Work out. Don't care. Fuck everyone!