So went to sarah's house, it was okay
realized i was never the person i was before
Now i suck at sports, i dont dance and i dont sing
I used to do all that, although my confidence was never high
or was it some point.. eh
Well in the car back home, i felt alive - being outside
i am regularly, kind of - whatever. The hostile relationship between me and my father has slightly improved. Its alwayyys silent, we can hardly talk about anything.
Another day, coming back from lala's house
Movie night - watched a scary movie that met my interest and watched a nicely wriiten book into movie 'time travllers wife'.
Coming back home, i had my glasses on - i tend to hardly wear them but what a regret is that ! The stars did truly look like diamonds on velvet silk. Later that night, me and my sister had a fight as usual. Me and my sister are opposites that dont attract, she is an example of the corrupted characters in our world today - trying to break through her ignorance is like trying to break through a brick wall with your head. Well i didnt fight, she just went agro and i just stood there silent letting her take it all out. and she didnt shutup, she took advantage of the chance she got. My dad seperated us and i had to sleep alone downstairs. I knew what that meant, i drew myself in silent tears - this meant me alone with my exhausted soul, my insanity. Hearing the tiktoks of the clock over and over was surely going to secure me in a mental institute. So i got out my laptop and done more netting/searching i was more scared. Why do i draw myself into the truth if i know is going to damage me..
Yesterday night i watched The other Boleyn Girl, what a way to nurture my likes for 16th century fiction. Or was it 14th century..
 Le Porcelain Doll · Sun Apr 04, 2010 @ 02:35am · 0 Comments |
