On Thoughts About Children
So we part ways, you cranky and I tired, after a discussion about life that turns sour.
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So we part ways, you cranky and I tired, after a discussion about life that turns sour.
I started off with posting a few quotes, jokes and music lyrics. I love music and some of the songs are just spot on, telling how I feel at the moment. Wish I had written those myself.
(What else was I supposed to call it?) Power cut today in Sunny Scotland (or should that be haily Scotland?) So much hail it looked like it'd been snowing.
I'm in Bali now. It's supposed to be a holiday for me before my reservist. I had planned to meet a friend I had not seen for quite sometime. However, it's not turned out the way I had hoped it'd be.
It's been awhile since we talked, It's just that talking has become hard, Things have changed more than I thought.
Tomorrow I am leaving for my university to begin a new semester after having such a long break (4 months!) there isn't much of a wifi service there so I doubt I'll have enough time to browse through...
I miss my childhood so much. Childhood was when I couldn't reach the table, Then someone would pick me up.
Today was just one of those days, where something happens and it changes your mood for better, or for worse. For me, it was a bit of both.
I am in love. I am desperately in love with a woman. Passionately. I love everything that she is. I love everything that is her.
I went to Bristol last night, For the exam I've taken today. An four-hour exam. Tired and excited after that. Felt sleepy the whole afternoon, but I need to catch up the train back home.
Yes, tomorrow is Mother's day.
I have no friends and,. I'm so alone. But don't get me wrong. I'm not going to moan. This isn't complaining. I simply don't care. It's been years since I've had. Anyone there. But what gets me down.
I know this is not the case, I know that it will change in time. Will You please consider that we are still meant to know each other.
Dear T. Well it's been a while. I'm still writing letters and I hope that despite the odds this one reaches you. It was your birthday a few weeks ago. I only realised today...my bad.
a smile appears on my face everytime I think of my PIC. she makes me happy. in an ideal world, my PIC would be the happiest person. ever. but… it's never turned out the way we wanted it to be, has it.
Before I was a Mom I made and ate hot meals. I had unstained clothing. I had quiet conversations on the phone.
Warning - this is more of a public diary entry than a blog. So I haven't written for a while, at I'm at a loss to know where to begin to be honest.
" I am doing things that are true to me.
A time of celebration. A time of wonder. I sparkle as the sun. In couragous celebration. The flowers are blooming. I see my rose, all in bloom. This beauty. This calm. This is one to be cherished.
Long walks on the beach, The smell of a bathroom cleaned in bleach, Drinking hot chocolate on cold winter nights, Decorating a Christmas tree in small fairy lights, The smell of the beach and the...
Oh to be Twenty again, Young and carefree. No bills to be paid. No worries to have. Every day a hazy enjoyment. All my earnings my own. Daytimes working. Nighttimes with friends. Parties and alcohol.
I t is a horrid thing, to cry. C ontrol leaks away. R eality sinks in. Y ou realise there is nothing to do. F or a long time, you can't stop. O r control laboured breaths. R eal tears aren't pretty.
I absolutely love riding my bike. It's the closet to flying I'll ever get. Riding down country roads. Enjoying the sounds of birds and swaying grass. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
The mood throughout London has changed. The sun is gracing us with his presence every few hours, usually followed by an unforgiving hail of showers.