i have a role in a drama called sunao ni narenakute~ basic plot is: people meeting through twitter..
(should i get a twitter now? it would have to be a really secret twitter.. and even then, secrets don't really stay as secrets, huh? but it would be fun to just constantly update about nothing important with my phone. it's like sending a mass text to everyone i know and adore... *_* twitter is designed with people like me in mind.)
this role though, is about a doctor~ well.. more like a salesman.. but anyway, he falls for this girl he met through twitter, but of course, it's unrequited. aah~ unrequited love is tough, right? maybe that's why they casted me for that role eheh. who hasn't experienced unrequited-ness?
but is my kind of unrequited love suitable for this role? (when i was in one, i was intense.. and it lasted for some time.) i started doubting what i know, when my sisters told me i should look at what happened in the past with a different perspective... e.e/
( cut to save space.. cause it's drastically shortening.. )
how about you guys.. wanna tell me about your one-sided affections for another person? past, present~ names unnecessary~ or maybe you're on the other end of this, receiving someone's affections for you.
please help me out!! ^^ you can even anon it if you don't want anyone to know who you are.. but some experiences to share would tickle me fancy.
(and it didn't turn out quick..>>)
WHO GAVE ME A PAID ACCOUNT?
O_O i'm completely shell-shocked. and a warning to friends who have the "email when friends upload userpics" option enabled.. you're about to be massively spammed. to the nth level. ♥ gomen.
verse 1
her own presence was a rain of thundershe came along to sweep me off my feet. i didn't have a chance, it was one glance and i fell to hazardous fantasies. verse 2
but then nothing came to realitywhen she left, she left my heart bipolar, saturated with her printed farewells, maybes, disappointments, insanities. chorus
i took the next available taxiand she had a ticket for the train alone. in her pocket she carried a small note, "wait for me, 'til the day when i come home" bridge
i wept my animosity, say byelove bye, where my words failed to make a sound verse 3
if there were windows to view my answersi would take you high, to soft-stained glasses show the tints, colours and intricacies on the day you cried you believed in me chorus
i took the next available taxiand she had a ticket for the train alone. in her pocket she carried a small note, "wait for me, 'til the day when i come home" |
( the reason why this exists.. )