I had to write a book review for English and it took me an hour alone to decide which book I wanted to write about. I mean it was a tie between The Stand and The Last Campaign but I didn’t want my Saturday filled with dystopian literature so I went with Thurston Clarke. And oh god. My book review took me a whole day to complete, mainly due to all my emotions failing to accept just how beautiful Bobby was. Yeah, so half of my afternoon consisted of me lying on my bed, continuously eating weird sour candy and cringing at my failed attempt to do the essay any justice.
Also, listening to Angus and Julia Stone while writing the essay did not help me in any way whatsoever. Instead, it added on to my ‘already too much, I can’t handle it’ emotions which then led me to cry after re-reading the first page of the first chapter of the actual book.
Even as of right now, listening to Ted’s eulogy is killing me. Why do I do this to myself? Why must he be so beautiful?
