after all, we were just kids
and no, i don't want to feel like that again. Regret, Anger, Sadness.. Guilt. I crave your attention. I crave your warmth. Tell me everything is going to be alright, don't make this the last time. Don't give up on us. I have enough strength for the both of us. -- re: My Love.
they expect you to act like an adult, but they treat you like a kid.
not a full time worker
another application, another rejection letter. this is where self doubt really kicks in. and the disappointment washed across the faces of the ones so close. so washed i have decided to keep to myself the process and result. I don't know what i want to do with my life, and rejection after rejection doesn't make it any easier.
Part of Something
I see these youtube videos and web episodes created of people's reactions to something or a discussion about a certain topic. & i would like to be a part of something like that. Voice my opinion. But also keep it as my little hobby. Bring a little mystery about myself. Where i live though, that opportunity would never arise. Or if it did, everyone would know. With growing technology though, I'm hoping someday i can make my opinion inspiring.
and in the end we're all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
Tuesday 28th 8:19PM
Truthfully for a week now I've been staring at my keyboard finding the correct words to write that expresses my feelings. I always write a sentence re read it think it sounds stupid backspace it and tell myself, 'i'll try tomorrow.' There are so many things i want to express, so many things going on in my head. When i find a way to express them this diary will be the first place I turn to. Hey, would you look at that, i've already made a start.
I don't know about any of you, but i was in one of those creative writing classes during school. But after a week, i just had to move out. I was sick of being told exactly what to write about in such a small space of time. I didn't want to write pieces longer that a page. As i try to just be the small voice everyone hears in their mind. I didn't want to create a character or make a back story, i couldn't find inspiration from just looking at a person or object, my inspiration was the hope i s...
Wednesday 1st 5:17PM
I sit in my living room computer on lap and am pondering life. One of my favourite spots to be. It has the perfect view. Of across the river where you can see the buildings, the water, the lights. The best thing to watch if you ask me, is the tiny cars in the vast distance. They look like hot wheels cars on a play mat. I stare at them and think what that person is like. They have a life, a name, a thought and somewhere to be. To the left of the many lives passing and crossing each other, i se...
Im a little frightened for what the future holds. I have just finished year 12 and have no direction as to whats next. My friends are all going to university and I'm not interested in further schooling at this moment of my life. As the school chapter closes, so does some of the friendships. As moving away takes place for some and losing connection, interest or the time. The friendships fade -- life I shouldn't be to disappointed i don't have that many friends in the first place. When I'm the ...
I thought i'd give this a shot. As i see on movies and television shows -- a way to express ones self. I'm not promising you anything. Just me. An inspiration or to be inspired