What is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is

We were completely getting ahead of ourselves. Being surrounded by disappointed faces woke the pessimistic self in me. She didn’t get it. We were so close, my mum planned out everything, and now, all that was for nothing. Then just now, I accidentally eave-dropped on their conversation. Honestly though, the walls in this house are completely useless. Without any effort I could hear clearly every single syllable of “This is it. I want to get a divorce. I don’t trust you anymore.” 
And this is a lesson, for me, for you, for everyone: Always keep your headphones on while your parents are having an argument. Cause what is heard, cannot be unheard…

Genuinely feeling like utter shit. About that, about exams, about this stale black sludge in the cup I’m holding that was supposed to be coffee. 
Life goes on though. Petty events like last night unexpected-2am conversation has awaken the Anastasia Steele in me. It still feels good to be desired, even though this was completely out of the blue. I’m glad I showed the witty side of me to him, and I’m glad that we weren’t scared to be straight forwards. Finally I got a guy’s point of view on the subject. It was fun, but I remained my dignity. It was tempting. But I was able to suppress my hormones. 

Quote of the day: “Dreaming or awake, we perceive only events that have meaning to us.” - Jane Roberts