Fifty Shades: I have a Fifty Shades Withdrawal Again
I can't believe it. I've read Fifty Shades Trilogy for the fifth time and I can still get withdrawal when I finished reading the books. I can't get over it...
Gosh, I miss him. Christian Grey... Him and those jeans and those molten-grey-eyes and those hand-runs-in-his-hair-in-exasperation and those grey-suits and those laters-baby and those kinky-fuckeries and those shy-smiles and those don't-bite-your-lip-Steele and those mercurial-sides-of him... Gosh, I love him so much! Am I crazy for having the biggest crush to someone who doesn't even exist?? He's a part of the reason why I'm so depressed yesterday. Damn Grey!
I have no more idea what to do with my life now. For the last week, I've been reading Fifty Shades and damn if I knew I would be having another withdrawal like this, I would've skipped reading it. BUT NO. I was too stubborn and look what happened to me now.
Plus, with the hype of Fifty Shades of Grey movie, I am restless. I go online every night to see new news about the filming of Fifty Shades and when there's no news—that I haven't read yet—about the filming, I was left frustrated. I need a dose of Fifty Shades. ASAP.
How I am going to endure another year and two months for the movie is a mystery. I want it now!
Okay. Enough with my overreactions. But it is true, you know. I'm restless. I need more of Christian. I need more of Ana. I need more of their kinky fuckery. As I mentioned before in my review of Fifty Shades Trilogy, I love the ending, I love the beginning and I absolutely love the middle of it. I thought maybe the magic of Fifty will somehow loss since it was my fifth time reading it, BUT I WAS WRONG. Though it is not as strong as my first time reading it, it is still strong.
I don't think that I will find a book that could top Fifty Shades for a while. I think this book will be my favourite for a while—can another book be better than this, though? I somehow doubt this. Who can top Christian I-don't-make-love-I-fuck-hard Grey? And thank goodness I have the paperback in my hand. A solid book—no, three books—that completely captured and ensnared my heart and trapped it in a bittersweet gilded cage of emotions. Yeah, I'm being poetic. I know. Fifty Shades, remember?
That is all for now. My mood is lifting a bit. Talking about Christian Grey helps, I think. Though I did wake up this morning with tears. I realized that whenever I'm depressed, I sleep more but I can still wake up in the middle of the night, sleepless and fresh like I just woke up from a 12-hours-non-stop sleep. Interesting, don't you think so?
I love you people! And please ignore what I said in my earlier post. I don't hate myself. I love me. Just having rough times. You know the drills. I think I need some spanking to snap me out from this mood. I hope Christian is here to help me. Sir... Crap, TOO MUCH OF INFORMATION.
Laters, y'all.
P.S. True story! Though Matt Bomer is the closest guy out there that I could relate with Christian. I still haven't found my version of Christian Grey yet. But when I see him, I'll know.
He's just a fictional character but I can't forget him. I want to read him again and again. God, please send me a Christian Grey to my door! I'll do anything for having my own Fifty (sans BDSM).
Why can't he be real? Why has he have to live in a book?
Gosh, I miss him. Christian Grey... Him and those jeans and those molten-grey-eyes and those hand-runs-in-his-hair-in-exasperation and those grey-suits and those laters-baby and those kinky-fuckeries and those shy-smiles and those don't-bite-your-lip-Steele and those mercurial-sides-of him... Gosh, I love him so much! Am I crazy for having the biggest crush to someone who doesn't even exist?? He's a part of the reason why I'm so depressed yesterday. Damn Grey!
I have no more idea what to do with my life now. For the last week, I've been reading Fifty Shades and damn if I knew I would be having another withdrawal like this, I would've skipped reading it. BUT NO. I was too stubborn and look what happened to me now.
Plus, with the hype of Fifty Shades of Grey movie, I am restless. I go online every night to see new news about the filming of Fifty Shades and when there's no news—that I haven't read yet—about the filming, I was left frustrated. I need a dose of Fifty Shades. ASAP.
How I am going to endure another year and two months for the movie is a mystery. I want it now!
Okay. Enough with my overreactions. But it is true, you know. I'm restless. I need more of Christian. I need more of Ana. I need more of their kinky fuckery. As I mentioned before in my review of Fifty Shades Trilogy, I love the ending, I love the beginning and I absolutely love the middle of it. I thought maybe the magic of Fifty will somehow loss since it was my fifth time reading it, BUT I WAS WRONG. Though it is not as strong as my first time reading it, it is still strong.
I don't think that I will find a book that could top Fifty Shades for a while. I think this book will be my favourite for a while—can another book be better than this, though? I somehow doubt this. Who can top Christian I-don't-make-love-I-fuck-hard Grey? And thank goodness I have the paperback in my hand. A solid book—no, three books—that completely captured and ensnared my heart and trapped it in a bittersweet gilded cage of emotions. Yeah, I'm being poetic. I know. Fifty Shades, remember?
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| My point exactly. |
I love you people! And please ignore what I said in my earlier post. I don't hate myself. I love me. Just having rough times. You know the drills. I think I need some spanking to snap me out from this mood. I hope Christian is here to help me. Sir... Crap, TOO MUCH OF INFORMATION.
Laters, y'all.
Fifty Shades Of Emotions,
Liely
P.S. True story! Though Matt Bomer is the closest guy out there that I could relate with Christian. I still haven't found my version of Christian Grey yet. But when I see him, I'll know.
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