"I’d often remember having designated a space as Nothing when she was sure we had agreed that is was Something"
13.12.11
12.12.11
Every word that he says is a dagger in me
I feel like so often we think everyone has telepathy.
Someone thinks what they are thinking was clearly reiterated to the other person and that they understand what their next task should be.
So often I think people know what I want and what they should do, or I think I have conveyed my message adequately when in fact, I have done no such thing.
This often leads us to wonder on things others thought were made clear.
Others, and myself guilty, feel like they've communicated too well what they're feeling and it must be certain that the recipient heard correctly.
But a preceding action always seems to prove me wrong.
Time again, and again.
Someone thinks what they are thinking was clearly reiterated to the other person and that they understand what their next task should be.
So often I think people know what I want and what they should do, or I think I have conveyed my message adequately when in fact, I have done no such thing.
This often leads us to wonder on things others thought were made clear.
Others, and myself guilty, feel like they've communicated too well what they're feeling and it must be certain that the recipient heard correctly.
But a preceding action always seems to prove me wrong.
Time again, and again.
11.12.11
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
Today I am ill. I am a very sick girl.
Maybe not just physically. I feel as though I am sick in the head.
For maybe that is why I cannot bring myself to do my much needed homework.
Christmas is literally just about here, but it's not really here yet at all. I want another moment, just to take ample time to sit and ponder on this holiday.
I think that present is the best gift we get, even at Christmas time. I feel the strong urge to be more thankful for mine. A couple of visits seem to have taught me something. And lately I've been knocked in the head with perspective. Nothing is never as it seems, and we can't see everything, infact, I believe we can't see much at all. Most people don't show what's going on, and we can't ever think we know things completely.
Circumstance changes things too. Crying shows strength, after all, since birth it is a sign that we are still alive.
I guess that means I'm living.
I'm alone. But I'm not lonely.
At least that's what I tell myself.
Maybe not just physically. I feel as though I am sick in the head.
For maybe that is why I cannot bring myself to do my much needed homework.
Christmas is literally just about here, but it's not really here yet at all. I want another moment, just to take ample time to sit and ponder on this holiday.
I think that present is the best gift we get, even at Christmas time. I feel the strong urge to be more thankful for mine. A couple of visits seem to have taught me something. And lately I've been knocked in the head with perspective. Nothing is never as it seems, and we can't see everything, infact, I believe we can't see much at all. Most people don't show what's going on, and we can't ever think we know things completely.
Circumstance changes things too. Crying shows strength, after all, since birth it is a sign that we are still alive.
I guess that means I'm living.
I'm alone. But I'm not lonely.
At least that's what I tell myself.
8.12.11
5.12.11
Didn't I my love?
sleep-- the irresistible tempter to whom we inevitably succumb. Sleep-- the equalizer of presidents and peasants. Sleep-- sweet, renewing, mysterious sleep.
4.12.11
3.12.11
Heavy in your arms
Today I got to Skype with my sister. Seeing her moving face for the first time in forever was honestly amazing!
Bell. I need you in my life!
I love my sister so so so so much. Her coming home is my Christmas present this year :)
That made my day, talking to you. Just thought you should know,
Bell. I need you in my life!
I love my sister so so so so much. Her coming home is my Christmas present this year :)
That made my day, talking to you. Just thought you should know,
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