A series of posts about those memories that just won't get out of my head. I hope writing them down will help exorcise the demons...
1998. Dear Constant Reader... that year just crops up in my life so often it's unreal. It is, quite simply, the year I was born. There would be no Jae without 1998. And for all it's goodness as the year I realised I was gay, the year I was deeply in puppy love with The Sixth Former, the year of SAGA work experience (ooo... topical) and more; it was also a year of great depression.
I had few friends outside of school as I had moved away from them (the very next street...), my geography teacher placed me in detention for weeks over study leave (mock exams) for getting a C on my coursework, my parents found out about my sexuality the day after they found out about the detention making a bad experience oh so much worse, and I was just plain unhappy with life.
So I fled into music videos, watching MTV for as many hours as possible before I got thrown out of the house every evening to wander Folkestone (yes my parents believed forcing me out of the house to wander Folkestone alone would somehow cheer me up). And this was one of the videos that just stayed with me. At the time I thought finding someone to love would make life better. And this song kind of confirmed it for me.
Thanks Karen Ramirez.
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