Sometimes I feel tears tell a million different stories. Sometimes I think the best conversations are the ones in silence, where words are not needed to comfort because everything else does it all. This time the regret has hit the hardest but Im going to convince myself otherwise. Sometimes maybe dignity should be thrown away and you should have kept trying. Sometimes we wonder.
Why. Why is my mother still hung up on that jerk of a husband? Ex husband I mean, and rightfully so. In her time of need, when she needed him most, he left her. For her failed business partner! Talk about a double blow, family and career, a complete and utter mess. There she was left alone, with a daughter to support. Alone. I wish I could help her, I know I can. But she wont let me, she bears with her suffering alone like its her responsibility. One day I hope she realises thats not true. I love her and I want her to be happy. She doesnt think shes allowed to be. This is all his fault. I hate him. I hate her. I will never let myself get involved with a man and Someday, Ill get her free too.
We got into our character’s minds in class, I kinda liked it.
It is ten o clock and I feel like sleeping. Throw me on the bed, Ill knock off in approximately two minutes. ITS ONLY TEN O CLOCK. Thank goodness the ringer is waiting for me, hihi long very missed very necessary phone calls!
Throughout the whole Design Orientation Camp, Ive had a million and one things to say.
Millions of things to complain about, Millions of things to scream for, Millions of things to jump about, Millions of things to laugh at, Millions of things to cheer for, Millions of things to be proud of, Some things to cry about.
But no matter how lazy I vaguely remember feeling to do anything, or the stickiness thanks to our insane weather, or the lack of people showing up, or unexpected spoilers, or the stress you get, how good I felt during the last day really overrides. DOC was many things, but because Awesome is truly what most of it is, I think Ill be going back. Ive learnt a lot and loved it, thank you to everyone really!! (;
Hahahaha I kept delaying posting about this because Ive had so much to say and couldnt decide how to convey it, but I think this about sums it up!
The past few days have been fantastic! Friends, family, who could ask for more really. I realise when I get into something, I really get into it, which could be embarrassing after that. But living in the moment’s the way yes? I love it how we all from different groups can all feel at home together laughing at each other’s silly antics. Its going to be a whole week of school nowhere else, but I think its going to be awesome. Then the weekend, excitedddd!!
His sunken eyes were speaking to her. His head covered in ruffled, knotted hair jerked towards the door. Silently sprinting with confidence disproportionate to her feelings, she swiftly made my way to the door and picked the lock. This was too familiar, something she’s been doing against her will, too often, too much. But like every other night, ‘click,’ the door swung cleanly open.
Terror and fear levels rocketed up, shock so intense she felt faint. The red and blue lights blinded her as she fell in a crumpled heap onto the floor. Roughly she was picked up, her line of vision showing her father getting handcuffed and arrested for housebreaking, finally caught after weeks of being at large. Blood dripping down her face from the fall, she took in his intense glare directed at her, hurting her in ways she could never imagine. In a daze, she rested her hot body against the cool leather in the police car. Breaking down, everything she had been through flowed rapidly from her eyes down her face. Blood, tears, and she.
She woke up earlier than expected. Her hair had grown these three months, she roughly combed it with her fingers, dreamily looking out to the cool dewy morning. The siren wailed. As if by itself, her legs guided her to the bathroom, where they cleaned their teeth in sync. Assembling in the field, they stood at attention and chanted the pledge, not really listening, not really thinking. She looked around at her home with grills, for girls. Girls like her. Except she wasn’t like them.
DOTC2 was quite the shizznit, and Im excited about the actual thing. We are proof that you can get high without alcohol, and yes sassei is too sexy for you. Hahahaha though Im glad to be back where I can get proper awesome baths, I got so overexcited with the heater I burned myself.
Laos is so exciting, kids here I come!!!! Sounds pedophile-like I know, but I feel like searching for my boyfriend there from before and see if hes still adorable.
We were linking arms, skipping and sprinting, singing and jumping. Lying on the road counting stars, walking right down the middle being reckless without the danger. Laughing the screaming the whole way, being a public nuisance at 6AM in the morning.
Probably ironic how we were acting like drunkards straight after church, but really, we were just being kids.