Here comes the feeling you thought you'd forgotten...

I guess you could say that I've been in a bit of a slump lately. I've found myself slipping back into my old habits of moping around and listening to sad Adele songs pertaining to heart ache, lost love, revenge... Yeah you know where this is going. I suppose it's inevitable that sooner or later I'd be writing a post about Shayne. Now before you get your hopes up, this is not some juicy "tell all" or Shayne bashing. I found that 99.9% of the time bitter blogging resulted in anger, hatred, and possibly tears... unless you're Mark Zuckerberg (Social Network anyone?) People address breakups differently. Some people find rebounds, others simply "forget/delete" and move on, and then the people like me don't address the issue at all. I thought that if I kept on ignoring all this pent up sadness, that it would eventually disappear. There are so many things that I wish I could say, but I think Hall & Oats are right "some things are better left unsaid". This sums up my thoughts to a t. Okay, okay this post has officially become too sentimental. I'm talking about my feelings now? WHAT IS THIS. I promise it won't happen again.

And this is what the rest of my night looks like.

If we shadows have offended, think but this; and all is mended that you have but slumbered here while these visions did appear and this weak and idle theme no more yielding but a dream. Gentles--do not reprehend if you pardon, we will mend. And, as I am an honest Puck if we have unearned luck. Now to scape the serpents tongue. We will make amends ere long else the Puck a liar call. So--goodnight unto you all. Give me your hands if we be friends. And Robin shall restore amends.

We're memorizing "Puck's Monologue" for English class. Lovely, because class presentations are my specialty. OKAY, I stutter on purpose. It adds personal flair...