27 August 2012
This is just something from the heart. It's not a poem, a story. Just a silly teenage blog.
I wish I could relive the last month and a day. They've been the best and worst of times. If I could do it all again, I would certainly do it different.
I wouldn't have slept with the boy I'm in love with, and I wouldn't have been so awkward.
I wouldn't have been as weak when my family needed me to be the strong one. I wouldn't have cowered from my Nan's illness.
The last month and a day have been amazing though, despite some hiccups. I've grown closer to some friends. We've been to the beach, the cinemas and out for food countless times. We've visited attractions across the valleys and had so much fun reliving memories from our childhoods! We've seen shows, and gone to theme parks, and gone 'out out'. We've dressed up and dressed down, and had so much fun.
Is it that you can only be truly happy when there are bad underlinings to your life? Is this contradictory element essential to obtain a happiness beyond all other happiness'.
I think what I'm trying to say is- am I only this happy, because I look at my Nan and her fantastic life, and want to live it as full as I can.
Do I only feel a great passion for everything, because the one I love practically destroyed my heart?
Last Month And A Day • Opuss № I