I’m off to M’cr on Saturday. No, not My Chemical Romance.
Manchester.
So I need to think about packing and seriously cleaning my room.
I’m going to be there for a good couple of weeks, maybe up to 5 or 6?
I’m looking forward to it. My boyfriend is coming up the week after. But he’s only staying for 2 weeks.
The down side is that I get picked up at some wickedly insane hour of the morning that I’m not used to. Me and 8am’s aren’t good friends.

I’ll try to update as much as possible. No promises people.
I will be taking a notebook with me and writing down as much as humanly possible.

Peace Out Y’all!

xXx

Dusting myself
Standing up
Trying again

Always moving because a moving target is harder to hit,
or so they say

No matter how hard they try
They’ll never break me
I’m stronger now then I was yesterday

It’s easy to say “I love you”
but harder to say “I forgive you” and “I’m sorry”

I wish that love really conquers all
Otherwise there’s no hope for any of us

Mama kiss me good-bye, your little girl is off to war.

To my dear sweet Papa, take care of Mama, paint your bravest face - I know I will.

To My Love, I promise you that I will return, not in a body bag or a bad way. I promise to return safe and well.

All My Love

xXx

~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~

To My Love, if you are reading this it means that I could not keep my promise, I truly am sorry. Please forgive me. Let go. Find a new love, someone to share life with.

To my dear sweet Papa, its okay to take the paint off. Its okay to hurt.

Mama, you gave me life. This good-bye kiss shall remain with me until the moment that life is taken away. Clean out my room. Its okay.

I shall meet you all again. Maybe not in this life, as the girl you know, but as someone else. Someone who can hopefully bring joy to you once again.

All My Love

xXx

“Where do you think the love of the girl who wrote the letters go?”

“Maybe to the moon?”

Kururu to Chiriri - Bottle Fairy: Episode 3, June.

So, we painted my room yesterday, my boyfriend and I. Its beautiful!

Bright, rich and vibrant.

Installed the new bed too. Its so comfy!

Got rid of the wardrobe that was blocking all my light. So much better now!

But my room is so untidy! I’ll have to clean up…

Peace Out…. For now…. You might get another post tonight…

xXx

So. I’m preparing my room for a one over - coat of paint, that is.

Yeah. I painted my room last year but the paint job we did sucked. And  we used matt paint instead of silk, so the walls got marked up really fast. So this time, its silk paint all the way. gotta paint my ceiling too. Its in dire need of paint.

My room is currently lilac but I’m going to paint my room powder purple this time. Slightly darker shade. Ceiling is stay white, as usual.

My new bed was delivered  by Argo’s today too! But of course my father had something to say about my choice. He said it was too cheap and would break really quickly. And that I should have paid that little bit extra, well daddy you want to pay for it for me?

Currently eating: Fusion Food; Tom Yum and Ocean Pie - Yummmm!

My last post was way too deep.

I want to lighten the mood, but for some reason I get the feeling that that’s not happening.

Sometimes I feel like a puppet. Being jerked around. I want to be a real girl. Like Pinocchio at the end. Sugar, will you be my Jiminy Cricket?

Good-byes are funny things. Good-byes are lies which are sugar coated. The people you love most always say good-bye. But what is so good about a bye? especially for those you love. What about the people you dispise? they say good-bye. But actually they’re always there. Watching you. Dissecting you.

Write me a symphony. Play it to me like a lullaby. put it into a carillons à musique. Beautiful.

Please forgive me. This post has become serious once again.

xXx

Battling illness - yet again.
But on a better note - no more uni! Woohoo!

Why is Adam Sandler a genius? I don’t know, he just is.

Went to Manchester to visit my darling niece and nephew. They are so big now. They’re so smart, I think we’ve got a mini Mozart and mini Einstein. Well, they’re both so smart in every way.  My niece knows every word to “Ka-Ching!” by Shania Twain. She has odd taste. Its her mothers said, oh wait, I’m her mothers side.

I’m planning to go back in a few weeks for a few days.

I don’t believe in “what ifs?”. How can people live if they’re constantly asking themselves “what if?”.

Fuck it. Don’t believe in  “if I could go back I’d change”. Live life with no regrets and if you have regrets then forget them, forgive them. Learn from them - look back at them and think “Yeah I did that, not proud that I did, but I did so let go. I have.”

Holding on hurts. Holding on only spells disaster. It breaks your heart. Breaks your soul. Breaks everything you know.

If my life had theme music, I hope it would be the sound of a soft, slow acoustic guitar.  But more likely its the sound of a raw electric guitar, pounding out the heavy riffs of something along the lines of metal. Maybe its somewhere in the middle. Like a great album. An album that flows beautifully, resembling something like Queen.

I’m not going to feed you the “I am a wave waiting to engulf you” bullshit. I’m not. I’m a simple girl with simple tastes.  I want to taste you. I’m not deep, its just that everyone around me is shallow. Shallow as a shower.

“The Wedding Singer” awesome movie, awesome soundtrack. Maybe my theme music would be a 80’s mixtape.  Maybe even the wedding singers OST.

xXx