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What is on your mind?

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Too many thoughts in my head. They keep buzzing. And not story ideas either! It's really depressing. I feel my mind slipping. It's because of this bloody spring break. Seclusion bugs the hell out of me. And yet my house is warm and cozy, I feel cold inside. I end up panicing once or twice too. I can't helpnit but my paranoia grabs the best of me. So I'll be here in my home. Waiting. Just waiting. My mind to slip again. For the sun to rise. For people in the house to go away yet for someone to be here with me! And don't say hypocrite with that last sentence! I know it doesn't make sense!
7 days to go... feeling scared and alone... trying my best to look on the bright side... guess if i dont have faith noone else will.. cry
spin around and round
Just gonna lay on the ground and stare up at the ceiling. Pretend their stars. Pretend that everything is fine. Then pretend there is fire all around me.
So many errands to run this weekend...
I felt something change within me. Felt it for a while now. This happens from time to time, when The old me cannot handle or cope with something, I feel myself change so I can. You don't want to know how many times I had this happen. All I know is, I am not the girl from eleven years ago, not the girl from eight years ago, not the girl from four years ago, and not the same girl from two years ago. And I told my friend two years ago, I can't bear myself changing anymore. I have changed enough because of this rotten life, why should I anymore. How can I possibly change anymore then I have? I don't want to loose who I used to be because that would solve nothing if I let it all go.
I really need to rethink and observe those I trust. Getting stabbed in the back sucks.
I bloody vehemently dislike dishonest people. I've been trying to sell a laptop for ages, but it isn't shifting. I dunno why, it's a good enough piece of kit. I'd sent it to auction on eBay, but the reserve wasn't met, so I decided not to relist it. Then this morning on a whim, I relisted it and it was bought within ten minutes. I squealed a little, deafening Aria, then set about investigating it. Yay! I sold it, I really did it! Except I didn't. The person who bought it had deleted their account, so I was left with no sale. eBay told me it was a fraudulent buyer. So, now I've lost a whole bunch of time, but at least the fees and such were refunded to me.

I have to admit, it is quite a good idea for a fraud. Basically, they buy an item, get the invoice, then delete their account. What they overlooked, however, is that if you're a decent seller, you won't send items before you get payment. Some do, but it's those ones who they are obviously targeting. I ain't stupid, obviously, so I didn't send the item, but it doesn't change the fact that the "buyer" was hoping that I was some amateur seller. More fool you, bitch.
Ghosts, flamingos, guitars and vodka. Eclectic subjects, eccentric stories:

Humorous guide & Recommended Read =^.^= How To Make a Cup of Tea
A flash fiction series :) A Random Moment in Time
Editors' Pick! :D I Am The Deep, Dark Woods
And another EP!: The Fragility of Age
=^.^=
I need a change.
You can't get there from here, because when you get there you're still here and here is now there.
Thing will get better right?
After the past few months of being uncertain about my future it's good to be able to move forward and start to make plans again
Wishes my body felt better.
I cannot handle others relationship problems!
I feel stupid
I'm starving and nothing in the kitchen sounds good.
Must... finish... reading... this... story... must... finish... reading...
A very special friend here that I haven't heard from in a long time.
I been thinking, maybe I am not who I claim to be anymore. My own fantastical world smothers me, drowns me out, shoves me down and everything. I try I so very much try, and this heart splintering pain reminds me that I fail. And that I care too much. And I am told that I care too much and that I shouldn't let it effect me so badly. But that's the other thing, I feel myself fade when I do that. I lose some meaning of what it is I was trying to do right. So either I must face this pain and keep moving or I must let my own self fade into nothingness. I guess I am a bit dramatic but it is what is on my mind afterall.
The girl laying next to me is suffering. oh she is in so much pain.
A little boy, and his big sister, and his dad, whose mummy was so tragically taken from him.
I have a list... a list of things close friends said to me that destroyed me. My soul has a thousand scars from these words, for they cut right through me.

5. Someone is turning you against me

4. You used me

3. I never wanted to be your friend in the first place.

2. I will make sure all you're friends know you're using them too.

1. You caused my pain.

These were all from people I once thought were closest to me. Their words were knives. And they cut me down.
What, indeed, is on my mind?

Well, there's the emigration thing, that's always in there. Always doing my head in and really not doing my sanity any favours.

There's Aria because, hey, she's just the most beautiful woman I've ever known and I'm totally in love with her.

There's Jan, who really doesn't seem to be much for the socialising these days. Perhaps I'll infiltrate her house sometime soon.

I have a new bed sheet. It's purple and ever so soft and comfy. Must remember to not rip this one to shreds (I'm a bit of a restless sleeper).

What else? I suppose there's the fact that I've not written anything decent or had the will to write anything at all for a while. Perhaps I need some sort of prompt. Anyone got a joint?

Let me see, there's also the thing about not taking any paragraphs in this thing. I really should, so once I've finished writing this, I'll edit it and put paragraphs in, which will render this paragraph moot.

Oh, there's this book I need to read. Animal Farm. My mum gave me it to borrow, and I've still not gotten around to it. I also want to read Jamaica Inn by Daphne du Maurier. There's apparently a copy of it in the loft somewhere, which belonged to my grandpa. I never knew he was a Daphne du Morier fan.

I fixed my guitar, Freida, which wasn't exactly very hard. A bit of sanding and some screw twiddling, really.

And paragraph.

So, as you might have guessed, my mind is full of things, but none of them are exactly useful, apart from the desire to read, write and be in love with Aria.

Seriously, where's that joint?
Ghosts, flamingos, guitars and vodka. Eclectic subjects, eccentric stories:

Humorous guide & Recommended Read =^.^= How To Make a Cup of Tea
A flash fiction series :) A Random Moment in Time
Editors' Pick! :D I Am The Deep, Dark Woods
And another EP!: The Fragility of Age
=^.^=
Quote by AvrgBlkGrl
I've been thinking about how you really don't know a person until you've decided you no longer wish to know them.

You are so wise. You amaze me!

Soo true!