|Birthday:||June 3rd |
|Education:||High school, Bachelors degree|
|Body Size:||Few extra pounds|
|Height:||5' 3" (160 cm)|
|Vision:||No assisted eyewear|
|Hair Style:||Straight - Long|
|Relationship Status:||Single - Never Married|
|Sexual Preference:||Really Straight|
|Astrological Sign:||Gemini (May 21 - June 21)|
|Existing as:||Angel- one wing|
|Smoking:||No. But not bothered by it|
|Liquor:||Social drinker. One or two|
|Your Home:||Live with parents|
|Colors:||violet, blue, white, black|
|Pets/Animals:||cats, dogs, birds|
|Season:||summer, winter, spring, autumn|
|Food:||chips, junk, lollies, chocolate, shiny things...|
|Drink:||coke, tea, peach tea, cold drinks|
At one point or another, we all reach moments of clarity. Sometimes it will be an affirmation for all that you've been working towards, sometimes it will dawn on you that a majority of your efforts have been for nothing. Sometimes, clarity just causes more confusion.
I'm stuck in rut. Stuck in a cycle. Stuck in the office. Stuck in a mindset. Just stuck.
I haven't taken a step back, but I haven't taken a step forward. I'm looking in all directions but headed nowhere.
I'm grateful for all that I have, and appreciative of the fact that I have a ceiling over my head, a blanket...
Is blogging still a thing? Do people still do it?
Sometimes imagining your future requires you to think of your past. The problem i have, is that once i start think of the past, i can't stop. I become obsessive to every detail that i remember and i think of all the possible actions i could have instead taken in order to avoid my mistakes and regrets. The attempt to see my future, locks me into my past.
Feeling sentimental this particular night, i suddenly remembered i had a couple of blogs. I suddenly remembered i used to write. Reading my last few posts brought me back some...
Positivity is key.
Days like today make my insecurities fly out the window.
It makes all the difference in the world.
Sometimes all a girl needs is a compliment, a little affection and a look that says it all.
Then you don't have to say a word.
The comfortable silence is equivalent to a million words.
Goodnight world, feel my joy.
Is it insecurity?
Is it fear?
Is it truth?
It is denial?
Is it trust?
Or the lack of?
Right now, at this very moment, the fear of losing appears to be not as strong as the hatred of betrayal.
Right now, at this very moment, it's all relative and it's all about emotions.
Right now, all i want, is to believe.
On another note,
Love, is unmistakable, undeniable...