Twelve Weeks In
And I'm happy that I'm moving on. I'm trying my best, just like I said I would. I try not to think about You too much. But even this thought makes the tears mask my cheeks almost instantly.
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And I'm happy that I'm moving on. I'm trying my best, just like I said I would. I try not to think about You too much. But even this thought makes the tears mask my cheeks almost instantly.
I'm not a loner, I don't deliberately push people away, I just enjoy my own company. I enjoy not being alienised because of who I am, so I keep to myself.
Why do I feel nervous. It's not the first time I've gone to the cinema, by far... I just hope that my anxious sick feeling's not coming back...
It's funny I should find this right after I wrote 'Motherland'. It fits the end. "I am with you and will watch over you wherever you go, and I will bring you back to this land.
I have a habit of calling airports "plane stations" not on purpose....but don't you think they should be called plane stations?.
Before I start telling you about myself, I want to describe what sort of place I was born into. It'll help you understand. In the middle of the North Atlantic there is a cluster of 18 little islands.
I just spent an hour alone, in the quiet. It's easy to forget how awesome peace can be. We spend too long multi-tasking. Must cram in as much in a short time of space. What for. What's the rush?.
The boy in the striped pyjamas- John Boyne; it's a wonderful book in which it's very hard hitting but enjoyable to learn about the history of the holocaust.
Hello, my name is izzy and I thought I would introduce myself as I am quite new to this app. The iPhone is an amazing way to connect with people and I hope you enjoy reading my blog..
I got my cat a harness today. He's not allowed out after his brother died of an illness when he was young and he himself went missing for 4 days at one a few years ago as well.
Grrr naughty Opuss keeps saying I have no connection and although their 404 errors are entertaining I just want to get reading....
Grrr naughty Opuss keeps saying I have no connection and although their 404 errors are entertaining I just want to get reading....
I've just woken up. What to do today. Will I be useful or not. Will I take a risk. Or will another day just pass me by and become part of the history that I don't remember?.
She knows it's breakfast time. She's been out all night hunting, chasing shadows and stalking small creatures. As the sun rises, she heads home because soon it will be breakfast time.
Hello. I am new to Opuss and I am still exploring all the possibilities of this wonderful app. So hello and goodbye ... for now!.
I'm going to be busy for a while, due to final exams this week, so I am terribly sorry if I am not able to post. But, know that I love you all and that I will try to check up every time that I can.
It's 5:20 in the morning here in jolly old England. Yet, I am still awake. This seems to be a regular occurrence now and to be perfectly honest, I have no idea why.
Wow.. This is awesome.. I have a limit for this. Hmm.. I just discovered that being emotional at some point of the month is part of women and there is nothing wrong with it...
Why sleep. Why wake. Why not?.
Dear God, I have no control over this situation. This being the case, I'm gonna let you have my sleepless night.
The song A Place In This World by Taylor Swift describes exactly how I feel sometimes...
I always think deeply of everything I do or say & sometimes I don't realise what I did or said . I may hurt someone unknowingly & sometimes I hurt myself in thinking to much .
Well, it's 2:53 here now. As i keep writing few words and erasing again and again, it became 2:56 already. Right now, i'm here to run away from my sucking, empty life. From the damn reality.
Need to find some inspiration to do my illustrative poetry brief..