I like being alone. Honestly, I do. I enjoy my own company and the sense of peace I feel when I can just relax and enjoy a good book or have some kind of deep, meaningful music playing through my earphones. I feel solid. I feel whole and for once I'm not pulled in ten… Continue reading Why Am I Alone?
I hate writer's block. I think we all do but I hate it so much that I can't even begin to explain how irritating it is. It's no joke sitting in front of your laptop, or notebook or just a plain old piece of paper, and not knowing what to write. Seconds, minutes, hours and… Continue reading Writer’s Block (AKA The Greatest Pain In The Ass)
Emotions We Feel but Can’t Explain. - http://wp.me/p7j78m-aN Best thing I've read today!! Nadia Chaos
We all need somebody. Even if you say you don't or act like you don't, at the end of the day there is someone in your life that you turn to every time. We can't survive without having people around us. We need to socialise, we need to interact with others and we need to… Continue reading Life’s Little Secret
The thing about blogs is that it is kind of hard to know what to blog about. When I first decided to start a blog, I had no idea what I was interested in writing about. I also had no idea what would interest people. All my research said that you should blog about something… Continue reading The Thing About Blogs…
Finally!! I am finally publishing the last part of my three-part series on life. Firstly if you haven't read Ghost of High School Past and University Present then I suggest that you do so first. You could read this on it's own but then what is the point of it being a series, right? The idea of the series… Continue reading Job Future
I said I wouldn't speak to him again. I said that I would only see him at the 10 year High School reunion (if they even have one). I said Goodbye. I didn't think about how much it would hurt (okay, I did but I realised that I'm not as strong as I thought). I… Continue reading How to make change stick
I liked him. I really did. I liked his smile and the way his eyes crinkled. I liked that he was quiet. I liked that he wasn't popular. I liked that he was cute instead of insanely hot. I liked him even when I changed schools. I liked him even when I met new people… Continue reading Leave Me Hanging, Why Don’t You?