Considering that when I set up my 2010 diary this year, I went through writing in all these great bands and shows I'd see in the first 3 months of this year, I have seen very few bands so far
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Mum told me a story about an elderly couple in Northampton who froze to death in their home. Their bungalow was unheated, the wife was in a wheelchair and the husband was caring for her on his own. They'd asked for help with the heating, and were surrounded by neighbours but one night the cold got the better of them and they both died and weren't
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freckle freckle, what makes you so special? I'm gonna leave you I'm gonna teach you How we're all alone (even you, baby)
w.a.m.s = we all mean something. That, along with the Four Agreements on my wall is trying to make me feel better. We all mean something; "what others say and do is a projection of their own reality". But we all mean something.
I wonder why I bother constantly thinking things will turn out different from any other time. That I won't be left sitting here feeling like the biggest loser ever. That I won't be jealous or devastated. That I won't feel like the biggest idiot for thinking this might work out just once.
So that lecturer's comment about everyone's essays being so shit has seriously messed with my head. I am suddenly petrified to go to class. I felt sort of good about my Precis for my other unit and now I see I have a reply to the e-mail I sent my (good) lecturer about it and I CAN'T BRING MYSELF TO READ IT IN CASE HE SAYS IT'S BALLS TOO
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I don't really want to get into it, I've been reading too much ljsecret and it always makes me me melancholy, especially after the incidental drama that came off a secret once.