.::Had a Ball::.
It has been a while, my plain little journal.
I suppose I started to have more things to hide from myself than before,
Thoughts I can't write down.
Things I rather not see written on paper.
I've been staring at you for days now,
Hidden hopes of my former life,
A notebook hidden with dust and ignored for such long time.
How funny you seem to me now.
Perhaps I should use this note book solely for my childish emotions.
My whees and whatnots, giggles, sparks and highlights.
Why remember bad things, when you can pretend to be a child still.
So...I went to a ball. Emma outdone herself - it was beautiful.
Plenty of people, and a critical amount of royalty.
Strangely enough nobody imploded.
(On an off note, I'm glad to find that a few individuals are enough to keep my hope in humanity alive.)
I suppose I started to have more things to hide from myself than before,
Thoughts I can't write down.
Things I rather not see written on paper.
I've been staring at you for days now,
Hidden hopes of my former life,
A notebook hidden with dust and ignored for such long time.
How funny you seem to me now.
Perhaps I should use this note book solely for my childish emotions.
My whees and whatnots, giggles, sparks and highlights.
Why remember bad things, when you can pretend to be a child still.
So...I went to a ball. Emma outdone herself - it was beautiful.
Plenty of people, and a critical amount of royalty.
Strangely enough nobody imploded.
(On an off note, I'm glad to find that a few individuals are enough to keep my hope in humanity alive.)