Surprised you may be, but I've never attempted a diary. I just know it wouldn't last for more than a couple of days. So I'll be surprised if this lasts, to be frank. As a general rule, I'm not interested in writing for other people's sake, you may start to find my entries uninteresting.I guess I'll have code names for people, or maybe just use thier initials.P.S. Yesterday (actually it was 5 minutes ago), I got 100 words first time, without having to edit anything!P.P.S. Who's Frank?
Silence. The lively families packed up their picniks long ago… but dusk lingers, reluctant to let night fall.
Is falling reluctant? It’s involuntary, but is it reluctant?
Maybe I don’t care.
The sun struggles to stay above water.
I don’t jump.
Nor do I step.
Night fell.Ohh, how wonderfully depressing!
Inspirational people, plus a random quote:Ghandi - Hate the sin, love the sinner.Woody Allen - I am at two with nature.Buddha - There is no way to happiness; happiness is the wayMuhammad Ali - There are more pleasant things to do than beat up people.Mother teresa - Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier.Aesop - It is easy to be brave from a safe distance.Aristotle - It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it. Martin Luther King - Let no man pull you low enough to hate him.
If I get angry at you, will you learn?No, you won't.So why should I get angry?I shouldn't.So how will you learn?You won't. Simple as.I've often thought to myself, you're so English, in a way. You don't like change. You don't like to adjust a way of doing something. You like to keep the same phone for as long as possible, for example. I think that's quite an 'English' attitude.You don't like to be taught to do something you're not used to doing, however petty it may be.
Really not in the mood for writing, but I let myself fall behind. Just did Duke of Edinburgh (silver) which was really great, tiring, but yeah...not in the mood for writing about how much I love everyone.Well basically.......someone who used to love me is ignoring me and I don't know why. This is making me angry. I don't know how they think or feel about me, or if they're not ignoring me deliberately, and I would very much like to know. That way, I don't end up hurting them by mistaking their feelings. I'm too tired to cry now...or write anything that makes sense...
Mother used to say this to me the night before my birthday - at me request, she did for me again this year:When I have said my evening prayerAnd my clothes are folded on the chairWhen Mummy switches off the lightI'll still be 15 years old tonight.But before the very break of daybefore the children rise and playBefore the darkness turns to goldI'll be 16 years old.16 kisses when I wake16 candles on my birthday cake.So...Still a few words to go...hmmI had a good birthday, everyone sang (twice, and loudly) and I was happy.
On comes the panic lightHolding on with fingersand feelings alikeBut the time has comeTo move along
Then the fire fades awayBut most of everydayIs full of tired excusesBut it's too hard to sayI wish it were simpleBut we give up easilyYou're close enough to see thatYouuu're on the other side of the worldOhhh the other side of the worldYouuu're on the other side of the world
Can you help me?Can you let me goAnd can you still love meWhen you can't see me anymore
A broken clock - only I can tell the time.The teddy who sits by my bed - only I know his name.3 strands of incompetently woven thread.And a little peice of green plastic, no good for it's intended job, so it sits faithfully next to the teddy. I learned too late that the packaging was more important than the gift itself.The fact that you said 'bye sweety' today (as opposed to a simple 'bye') for the first time in a fortnight.Just ironic...?Or my reverse phsycology is working better than I thought, I see.
So I lay fast asleep in bed, dreaming sweet dreams about nice things, when suddenly, the house started to vibrate. I woke up immediately, ready to grumble at whatever had caused me to do that on a holiday.My younger sister was sanding her bedroom floor. Loudly. With a floor sander from Ridgens. It was vibrating the floor, which was vibrtating my bed - so much I origionally thought there was an earth quake...For most of the day, you couldn't hear each other talk, and all because my litte sister wanted floorboards instead of carpets.
Contents of the top left hand drawer of the cabinet on my desk:Two padlocks, one with keysTwo very old tamagotchis (yellow, one belonging to my sister)A horse keyringA 'Val d'Isere' keyringA few wogglesA very small leather purseSeveral batteriesA white dice (or die, to the fussy ones)An eyeliner pencil (never been used)A breast cancer badgeA large black buttonA lightbulb (probably for a torch)A flower shaped badgeMy long lost kilt pin3 coloured paper clipsA school council badgeA shellA small green clothes pegA rubber egg (one of the ones that bounce off uncontrolably)