Go Where My Feet (Or Fingers) Take Me
Another new leap and I don't know what to do After these months, what will be new.
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Another new leap and I don't know what to do After these months, what will be new.
The life that I love sat me down one day And it told me that it was going away It said that it had loved me but I was holding it back And that things between us had gotten off track.
Sunday. Hi anyone still reading. Which, judging from the lovely responses last week, actually seems to be more than myself. So, yesterday I saw The Hobbit. Everyone should see it.
This road I travel on is coming to an end. I stop a few steps away from starting a new path again.
She looked to her daughter. A tear in her eye. She knew it wasn't the right time. For them to see her cry. All the same, she was tearful. For her baby was going away. No longer the little girl.
Sitting in the crowd as I watch her pass by, I remember when she was small, as tears fill my eye. So beautiful in white, her beauty beyond compare, her face so pure, all the men throw a stare.
Times are changing For better rather then for worse We moving onto the next stage now For both of us it is a first No more being children Responsibility we cannot avoid It's time to be grown ups And...
Yea. That defines my current state of existence. 'On hold'- My prior excitement for homecoming has sizzled out, though it hasn't really progressed into a depressive mode, it is in a idle state.
A perfect start to the week. After a week that was crappy and bleak. Excitement now building. As final papers I have been signing. All official and legal now. It feels like a dream somehow.
My apartment is empty My Life My things Pots and pans Clothes and books Its all in neat boxes Forks and knives spooning With mrs kettle Photos fr.o.m.
7th October 2012 So today was one of those extremely tired days. I went to visit P but fell asleep on his sofa for over an hour.
We have been together for so long. The thought of leaving you just feels wrong. We moved as a couple like 10 years ago. Young yes we were so. My kids you welcomed and here they grew.
I've been gone. And I don't think I shall return. I've got no place here. I'm just a memory left to burn. I'm sorry to say. I shan't be here often. And when I am. You probably won't see my postings.
Hi there, So today was my last day of work and I am really sad. However, it was a fun time and I got to meet really great people, I am gratefull for that.
I recently changed my life drastically by moving far away from safety to start a new chapter in my life. And I think we can all agree on what anxiety filled experience that kind of change can be.
I lay awake, eyes open, calmly breathing, realising that this is the last time I will ever sleep in this house.
It's her wedding night today. I always waited for that day. Now it's here. And I can't help but shed a tear. She is my baby girl. I am supposed to give her away. She is wearing her mother's pearls.
I like to think I'm laid back and cool. I like to laugh and act the fool. But deep inside is tension and stress. I know what I need and that's to leave this mess. Start a new life and get better pay.
Past couple of days been utmost irritating. And I don't have PMS to blame on. Anyway, hello again to the people in this little bubble of escape.
So today I left the house I lived in for years. After weeks of packing and sweeping the days are finally up. I took a turn around the empty rooms and felt the years lift away.
I am officially in my new apartment... Yippee. Or, in the words of Smosh, "Whoop de freakin do," =D. It has two bedrooms so I have a guest BR. One bathroom.
Being allowed to become comfortable and settle down, create a routine, recognise similar smells, identify similar faces, same conversations, same hopes and dreams, that same face to wake up to, those...
I've not written anything for days, somehow feeling empty of words for the page. It's late, again, somehow this seems to be the only time I can think.
First year Arts has come to an end, and I have found within me that I have rushed in to college too fast.