I Re-watched Fleabag and now I cant stop crying
Well I mean it’s been a while hasn’t it? After an eight-month hiatus, or if you roughly translate that too liberty is a MASSIVELY lazy bitch, I have returned. I’m sure you’ve missed me, your welcome. Forgive me for this delightful word vomit I’m about to produce, because of course none of this is going to be coherent or good, considering I’m listening to a wonderfully cringe worthy playlist, entitled ‘alternative love songs’, so that’s not helping but I needed to say something, anything so here that word vomit is. I don’t know what it was that led me to the decision to rewatch both seasons of fleabag in a day, but it happened. And now I regret it, because well I can’t stop crying, and if the empty void I call my heart didn’t feel empty enough beforehand it for sure does now. I know I’m probably not the only one that has felt like this after watching it for the third time, or maybe even the first time, but something has shifted in relation to how I feel about this. Got t