Greetings fellow Americans 
Am writing to you from l’autobus at exactly 7:10 in the morning :)
Sitting next to me is a pretty girl who I don’t actually know but just follow to school and watch movies with. Boy in the striped pyjamas anyone?
I haven’t blogged in a while and I was actually beginning to wonder if you can get writers block when you’re not technically a writer…the funny thing is I would open to a new post and just stare at the text box, waiting for the words. Endless waiting only resulted in confusion and frustration and once again I am left alone wondering how the human brain can be such a shit.
Yesterday was a good day so why didn’t it feel like it? I guess I was just tired. Rowing was fun though. I actually love my girls, even though I occasionally freaked about timing.being a cox is fun : )
Only a few days ago change was so scary, and so depressing. It turns out it’s more scary and depressing that it’s not so scary anymore. Maybe it’d be good for me after all. no? okay.
The other day. I kept my promise and did one of the scariest things of my life. So, the promise was kept intact unlike my hope, which ended up shattered. One day he’ll open his eyes and understand what he actually does to me. It should be classified as a crime. I wonder if he’d act different if he could see. it is a weird as feeling that when I give him money, I end up being the one benefiting. Funny about that.
Today is a big, big, big, big, day. i’m hoping that what is going to happen is actually going to happen in effort to reduce false hope? Maybe? Well I’m gonna get my hugging arms ready (:
Trixie over and out.
Whatscookinggoodlooking.x
Am writing to you from l’autobus at exactly 7:10 in the morning :)
Sitting next to me is a pretty girl who I don’t actually know but just follow to school and watch movies with. Boy in the striped pyjamas anyone?
I haven’t blogged in a while and I was actually beginning to wonder if you can get writers block when you’re not technically a writer…the funny thing is I would open to a new post and just stare at the text box, waiting for the words. Endless waiting only resulted in confusion and frustration and once again I am left alone wondering how the human brain can be such a shit.
Yesterday was a good day so why didn’t it feel like it? I guess I was just tired. Rowing was fun though. I actually love my girls, even though I occasionally freaked about timing.being a cox is fun : )
Only a few days ago change was so scary, and so depressing. It turns out it’s more scary and depressing that it’s not so scary anymore. Maybe it’d be good for me after all. no? okay.
The other day. I kept my promise and did one of the scariest things of my life. So, the promise was kept intact unlike my hope, which ended up shattered. One day he’ll open his eyes and understand what he actually does to me. It should be classified as a crime. I wonder if he’d act different if he could see. it is a weird as feeling that when I give him money, I end up being the one benefiting. Funny about that.
Today is a big, big, big, big, day. i’m hoping that what is going to happen is actually going to happen in effort to reduce false hope? Maybe? Well I’m gonna get my hugging arms ready (:
Trixie over and out.
Whatscookinggoodlooking.x
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