Don't know what Boxing Day is? Well then you probably suck.
Because that means you're not Canadian or from the UK or Australian.
Or you're obviously not cool enough to know what it is.
Psh. Psh. Yet you call yourself one of my readers.
But if you're a new reader or someone who just happened across this...
You still suck if you don't know what Boxing Day is.
But that's all irrelevant to this post because it's time for DAY FIVE OF THE CHALLENGE!
Day 5: A song to match your moodOh YAY!
However, prepare to be depressed.
Today's choice song is Why by Secondhand Serenade
What? I listen to Secondhand Serenade?
The answer to that is yes and no. Yes I listen to Secondhand Serenade, but only when I'm depressed and need someone to understand my emotions without being as cryptic as Fall Out Boy's lyrics.
But now that you've heard my brief explanation on that, you're probably thinking "Oh, God. Oh holy shit. Gemmie's about to go on a rampage about her personal life oh my God take cover!"
For those of you who DO feel like that, I shall sign you off right now with this:
TWGS ♥
However for those of you who DO care about me, this is all predictably about a guy. He's Flirty Dick I've Fallen Hard For Who Just Makes Life Even More Difficult With Everything He Does Number Two. Don't I have great taste?
Basically, I have a really uncanny knack or falling really hard for boys who shouldn't be worth my time because they like someone else and everyone knows this for fact.
You know what I just realized? The two girls that both Flirty Dicks have gone after instead of me are both short and Mexican (and also like 5x cuter than me but that's beside the point). Sorry, Stacy, but it is FACT.
So what? Do I have to shrink down in size and know some Spanish in order to become attractive to people? I'm already Asian! Am I not short enough?! And not only am I Asian, but I am freaking FILIPINO, THE MEXICANS OF ALL THE ASIANS. I can't get any more Mexican than I already am and sorry if I can't do anything about my cuteness level. I am only Filipino and I am not kawaii enough for a typical Asian.
Anyway, if you need a nae for the bane of my existence, her name is Veronica.
Oh, did you think I was going to tell you the name of FD No. 2? To hell I am! He's forever just going to be known as Number Two on here. I am however going to give you the name of the girl he's going after in case any of you are trained assassins and kick some major ass like Cataleya in Columbiana or Hit Girl in Kick-Ass. I leave you these clues: Veronica. 9. Short. Mexican. Looks a bit Asian. Has a stuffed panda. If she's hanging out with or talking to a guy with a plaid blue sweater or white gloves that light up at the fingertips, you've found the right one.
But I don't think assassinating her would help anyone. But if you are the boss of anyone whose daughter fits under this description, it would be greatly appreciated if you relocated their family.
I kid, I kid.
But wait, wait, wait. This isn't about the song at all.
So, about the song... it is basically all of my emotions in the simplest form it can be expressed in. Take the chorus, for example.
Why do you do this to me?
Why do you do this so easily?
You make it hard to smile because
You make it hard to breathe.
Why do you do this to me?
I don't even know how to explain it any further without being any more when it's clearly written RIGHT THERE. But I don't know. It just... It seems like No. 2 can control my emotions so forcefully with nothing more than a single sentence passed between two dudes or say, a change in his profile picture (>_>). Yet he doesn't know what an effect this has on me so he continues to do these things without thinking, "Oh, is this going to hurt anyone?" because he doesn't fucking know all because I'm a huge wimp full of nothing but emotion-beaten mush. And that whole "You make it hard to smile because you make it hard to breathe" part? That isn't because he takes my breath away (okay, partially), it's because I'm too busy freaking out over everything that I forget to breathe sometimes (it's still pretty accurate either way, though).
Let's move on to two lines:
I don't think I knew the chaos I was getting in.
and
I should have known it wasn't real
And fought it off and fought to feel.
Line 1: If you told me from the beginning that I was going to fall hard for this guy and end up feeling like my emotions have screwed my insides to a pulp because of a few things I see on Facebook, I would have said, "Yeah, that sounds like me but with this guy? Sure, he's cute, but I hardly know him." Usually, I start liking new guys all the time, but it's never really serious. It's just the more you interact with me, the more likely I'll develop a two week crush on you or something. I never really develop anything more than the feeling of "Oh, I really hope he talks to me today and we have an interesting conversation" and "I'm really excited to see him next block!" The last time I've had fangirl emotions over a guy, the whole thing only lasted two weeks, so I never expected to develop actual and deep feelings over anyone other than Flirty Dick No. 1.
Line(s) 2: In the middle of all this, I had a bunch of people say that Number Two was a dick and that he's a major flirt. Hell, he's even told me this himself. We've had many conversations where he's talked to me like a bro instead of "a possibility" (>_>). Did I listen to them? FUCK TO THE NO. I just kept on going, knowing all these infamous things about him and all these reasons as to why I shouldn't go on. And I've tried convincing myself to stop everything. To just stop liking him and move on to someone new. Believe me. I almost smashed my head in over Thanksgiving break because of this. Yet I continued. I kept holding on to these little, insignificant moments I've had with him that meant absolutely nothing at all when I should have fought off every emotion that came my way.
But alas. I'm in too deep now. You'd have to perform an inception on me in order to snap me out of everything.
Oh, and if you read all of that, congratulations. You now win the title of being the most awesome person ever and you probably know more about everything than my own best friend does.
This challenge will go down in history as the 30 Days You Learned Too Much About Gemmie's Personal Life.
TWGS ♥
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