#pls edit

I hate that man

But ohh, cara mia

How i love him <3

Its not a song, i dont know if its a film or serie because I find this on tiktok

Here

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYhDedPQ/

Choosing a blog url that reflects you (as a person/your personality) is quite difficult. I’m sure that some time in the future, I’ll probably change mine a couple of times before I get satisfied. Right now, though, I’ve decided to settle with alysslostinwonderland as a temporary or permanent url/blog name.

alyss came from my real name “Alyssa”, generally pronounced as uh-lee-suh, though mine is pronounced uh-lie-zuh most of the time. Just a short story or something about me: Alyssa is a variation of Alice and the only Alice I know is from Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland. As a child, it’s one of my most hated children’s story of all time. Back then, I thought it’s too nonsensical and boring. I couldn’t grasp what Mr. Carroll was trying to tell the young me as a reader. Not at all.

Aside from being a fan of fairy tales and children’s stories, I’ve also been obsessed with the meaning and origin of names. Imagine my great disappointment when I found out that “Alyssa” is a variation of “Alice”, a book character I intensely disliked. I remember harboring a small internal grudge against my parents (mainly, my father, who was actually the one who named me) for a couple of years because of my name.

Petty, I know. Buuut I grew up and matured a lot (I hope). I got over it and “Alice in Wonderland” is now part of my ever growing tbr list.

Now, lost pertains to the feeling of restlessness and confusion, for I often find myself searching for my “true self”, as well as for my place in the world around me; somewhere I can belong. wonderland , the keyword there is wonder, a noun for a feeling of amazement and admiration, as well as a verb that means to feel curiosity.

As I’ve mentioned, I’ll probably change my url a couple more times in the future or whenever I feel like it. But there you have it, the reason why I chose this particular url.

   “welcome” says the suited man,”it must be rather confuzing to have landed in my office.” You’re sitting at an office table, it has a name plaque on it, it reads: Dr. Harris Monchmann Ph.D, you assume that that is the suited man onfront of you, who appears to be scribbling notes onto the pad onfront of him. “so shall we begin with your treatment?” he places the pad down beside him and looks at you, you are struck by his intense gaze, that is rather amplified by his white balding hair. He has the facial expression of an old person, who you just littered onfront of. “I assume that you know vaguely about the complexity and the messieness of the english language?” He looks down to start scribbling something on his pad again “for some reason you seem afriad of using it to its full extent.” He looks back up at you,“and that is what I am here to cure... How about we start with poetry, poetry is of course the art of language. In particular I’d like to start with this poem that I just came up with.” He holds up his pad for you to read, you somehow manage to assemble from his scribbles:

Our parents never approved of homosexuals

so we usually drove out

he lubricated himself with his spit

and we fucked in his car.