Sarishinohara

I've been in love with this song called "Sarishinohara" since the day before yesterday. I've had it on repeat since then, and I've wanted to listen to nothing else. I'm quite amazed at how I'm still not tired over this song- even though I barely understand what the lyrics are about (because I've been learning Japanese for a grand 3 months).

It's just been a long time since I've heard something so beautiful. It's...phonetically pleasing, to say the least. Eh, it's one of the reasons I started learning Japanese, anyway. Words just sounded...prettier, even though I had no idea wtf was being spoken about.

Speaking of Japanese--- I've become less worried at failing recently, because apparently the class started learning Kanji--- it's glorious, watching people learn how to write 1-10 and I don't have to give a shit. Yeah, I still haven't managed to turn up to a single class of Japanese. Do I feel bad? Yeah, I guess? All that wasted money- so much learning I could've gotten out of actually going to the classes. My life seems to be an endless repetition of wasted opportunities.

Not that I always get what I want when I reach out and try to grab it. Last time that happened--- heh, +1 to unsuccessful confessions. Not that I really have a record of unsuccessful confessions- or confessions in general, for that matter. See, even if I fail in confessing many times, if I just kept at it, by chance alone one of them is bound to say "yes". Maybe if I wasn't so uppity about who I found attractive, I'd be more successful in finding someone. It's just that whenever the thought crosses my mind, that my standards are too high--- I immediately think, "bitch I'm fabulous. Why shouldn't my standards be high".

I'm going to grow old and die lonely. I can see it now.