I have come to the conclusion that I have a type.

Unfortunately, the type is apparently: Slavic men.

More specifically, Russian guys.

This information was not supposed to leave this diary. Whoever is reading this has already violated several imaginary privacy laws.

I don't know what it is. The accent? The attitude? The whole aesthetic? The fact that they always look like they haven't slept since 2007?

I am choosing not to investigate this further.

це вже стає проблемою.

Found an old playlist today.

I forgot how much music I used to keep in one folder. There are approximately 700 songs in there and I recognize maybe 400 of them.

Neverlove was playing for approximately three hours.

This was not an accident.

Added Eminem afterward because apparently I needed to make the evening louder.

Somewhere between the fifth song and the third hour, I realized that half my music taste is basically "Russian guy staring dramatically into the distance."

Honestly? No complaints.

Someone asked what my type is.

I said "I don't really have one."

This was a lie.

There is apparently a pattern.

Dark hair. Slavic accent. Russian preferably. Looks like he has complicated opinions about everything. Probably listens to music at an unreasonable volume.

Again, I am not taking questions.

я нічого не казав.

I saw a guy today who looked exactly like my type.

I immediately forgot how to behave like a normal person.

Nothing happened.

I simply walked past him and continued pretending I was completely unaffected.

I was not unaffected.

This is becoming embarrassing.

чому саме російські хлопці.

Made a list of things I apparently like.

• Neverlove
• late-night conversations
• Russian accents
• Slavic guys
• people who look permanently sleep-deprived
• music that sounds like emotional damage

I am beginning to notice a theme.

I do not like this development.

Actually, that's a lie. I like this development.