Great Expectations
2009, the first year from which I don't expect much. Actually I expect nothing at all.
I wonder, is one able to quit life?
Bittersweet 2008 was, well, bittersweet. It was the whole first year of my relationship, the year of getting driving license and I got a nice car, finishing first short story, which was accepted for publication, leaving some people, getting new friends. I tried to come back to Wicca and I suppose I made a step towards It.
All of these are of course sweet.
My father loathes my boyfriend and doesn't accept this relationship. Visibly, with all five senses. He despises my studies. Visibly, with all five senses. My brother, after 20 years of quiet mutual existence, started bullying me, "my" publishes has no money to publish the anthology where my story is supposed to be put in, I feel spiritually burnt down inside and I've probably lost some friends I shouldn't. My mother is severely ill. Private's grandmother died. He has totally no money. My family didn't earn too much this year either... I am not sure further pointing out is needed.
Oh, I forgot: my pictures, on a long run, suck. And I haven't written anything in 8 months.
Yeah, I am a one depressed bitch, can't help it. But I have my reasons.
Maybe 2009 will be better, maybe not.
Not that I care anymore. At least not as much as I did last year.
I wonder, is one able to quit life?
Bittersweet 2008 was, well, bittersweet. It was the whole first year of my relationship, the year of getting driving license and I got a nice car, finishing first short story, which was accepted for publication, leaving some people, getting new friends. I tried to come back to Wicca and I suppose I made a step towards It.
All of these are of course sweet.
My father loathes my boyfriend and doesn't accept this relationship. Visibly, with all five senses. He despises my studies. Visibly, with all five senses. My brother, after 20 years of quiet mutual existence, started bullying me, "my" publishes has no money to publish the anthology where my story is supposed to be put in, I feel spiritually burnt down inside and I've probably lost some friends I shouldn't. My mother is severely ill. Private's grandmother died. He has totally no money. My family didn't earn too much this year either... I am not sure further pointing out is needed.
Oh, I forgot: my pictures, on a long run, suck. And I haven't written anything in 8 months.
Yeah, I am a one depressed bitch, can't help it. But I have my reasons.
Maybe 2009 will be better, maybe not.
Not that I care anymore. At least not as much as I did last year.