20, Part time bar wench, full time over-thinker. I'm studying a creative writing degree, because I love words. :)... And the dole couldn't keep me clinging on to the lifestyle I can barely afford.
I've noticed there's a multitude of early teens and even pre teens on here. I have to say mostly (although not always) I'm incredibly impressed with their work.
Upon attempting explaining the concept of Alzheimer's (something I've always considered terrifying, and my grandad was diagnosed with) to my Seven year cousin I found myself astounded but also...
I find it very strange how people often talk about how they miss someone so passionately. Maybe I'm one of these keep calm and carry on wannabe war wives, but honestly I don't feel it.
If you're a bird, then I'm a bird..
I do love a good word, but of course there are words I can't stand. Crease is one of them, and scrape is another. Why exactly. I have no idea. Just thought I'd share that with the world..
Perhaps it is simply because I live in a rural county (I can live in hope) that such closed minded attitudes are so rife amongst daily life. Today, however, really took my breath away.
Only in Britain do you drive a convertible with the heating blasting on full settings. Rule britannia, you beautiful (but chilly) country..
Staring at the stars always makes me think of you. In times like those I'm thankful for the ability to take out my contact lenses..
Boredom is very dangerous, it leaves me alone with my brain..
It boils my blood when I see adverts for Nintendo games where children learn art through drawing on a screen.
You can never be truly happy with someone until you are happy with yourself..
They say that worst things happen at sea, I hope so, he's going in the navy..
I cannot cry Although it's sad, Because the slow and dreary hymns Are not what she would have liked. I'll clutch my bit of tissue, just in case, But she left before the end and that's plain rude.
Being dumped is like getting a perm. It's terrible, you feel like an idiot, but you learn to live with it and eventually it sorts itself out..
Looking back at your first love is like sifting through your baby photos, you cringe to start with but eventually you smile..
So I will always pick the art magazine over the glossy gossip rag, I like a lady grey in the afternoons, and I will one day own a house with a white veranda.
To drown in a tea cup is a wondrous thing..