Another Day, Another Dream

I'm a writer -to be an author is a life-long dream. And why do I chase that dream? So that I can live out every other dream I have in the stories I create. Where does your road take you?

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Day seventeen -dream seventeen

There's one thing that graduating does to a person -to everybody. It doesn't matter how popular you are, what sports you play, what clubs you're involved in, you will certainly do this.

What is this?

"This" is reflecting on the past. The good, the bad and the ugly. And chances are, there's gonna be some regrets, some things you would change if you could go back in time.

This entry will unfortunately remain "just a dream"

Day seventeen, dream seventeen: Go back in time and live with no regrets.

The boys I went after, lost chances with, the experiences I missed out on, even some of the friends that I made -there are some regrets woven deeply into the tapestry that is my life. There are definitely things that I would change.

I'd get more involved in the school --the reason people don't enjoy school is because they walk in with a negative mind.

I'd (try) to avoid all that high school, bullshit drama --which is probably impossible, but hey, I'd give it a go

I'd pursue love honestly and truthfully --after all, the worst thing they can do is say "no."

I'd try harder in all my classes --I'm not going to college or university, but there's still some pride in a well-deserved mark.

What are your regrets? What are your dreams?

[another-day-another-dream]

Day sixteen -dream sixteen

School's over, or, nearly over, since there is still an exam I need to take, and a stage I need to walk across. And I listen to my friends go on and on about how they're so glad to be done school. It's not that I don't understand -I do. School feels like it has placed shackles on us, in some moments. But in other moments, it has allowed us to put our best foot forward. It's allowed us to be original, to create, to dream. Has given us the knowledge and power to pursue those dreams. And I'm going to miss it.

So, day sixteen, dream sixteen: Don't take anything for granted.

Because when it's gone, it's gone. And while some are going on to post secondary schools, some of us aren't, and in either case, it'll never be the same.

I'm thankful for the friends I've made in high school. I'm glad for all the people I've met, even if only for brief moments in the hallway. I'll cherish the smiles that we all shared, the memories we created.

And then I'll look forward. Because while I treasure the past, the future is where our lives will intertwine -or not- again. And I really do hope our paths cross.

What's your dream?

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[another-day-another-dream]

Kinda like a book sneakpeak

I reached for the phone for what felt like the millionth time. I don't know why I bothered. The fact that he hadn't texted me once in three days made me feel more and more certain that he would never text me again.

Well, hewouldtext me, when things were good for him, when my company suited his loneliness. When he knew I was yearning for him. Yet, somehow, before I completely gave up on the idea of a relationship with him.

The freaking bastard.

They say men don't understand women, but it's clear that most of them did. How else could they place with a woman's feelings with absolute perfection?

I hate him.

But more than that, I hate myself for lying, because no matter how much I wanted to, I didn't hate him.

On the contrary, I might be falling harder than I ever intended.

I hope to get this story up and running online in about two months time. Still in the midst of getting the first few chapters written. Keep an eye out for it! :D

Look for Stupid Boy, Stupider Girl clips along the way!

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otters hold hands while they sleep, so they don’t drift away from each other.  so legit.  reminds me that love should be simple.  

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Think this could ever be us?

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I will do this one day. I just think it's completely adorable <3

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Day Fifteen -Dream Fifteen

Recently, there's this boy. He's got the deepest, brownest eyes that just catch you and your heart, freezing both of them until you're under his spell.

Sometimes, when he looks at me, he sends shivers up and down my spine.

Sometimes, my heart feels like it's in my throat. I can feel it beating there.

Sometimes, I stare at the phone, wondering if he'll text me first.

Sometimes, I stare at the phone, wondering how long it'll take for me to cave in and text first.

Sometimes, I feel hopeless.

Sometimes, I feel pathetic.

Sometimes, I'm incredibly happy.

All I know, is that I want him to kiss me again.

Day fifteen, dream fifteen: I want this relationship to go places.

I don't care what roads we take in the future. I don't. All I know is that I want to experience something incredible. I want to experience a real love, a true love.

I think it could be with him.

I hope it's with him.

What's your dream?

[another-day-another-dream]

The fact is, I love him. He's the boy I want and one day he'll be mine.

Meg Cabot

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Well, guess what I'm having for breakfast tomorrow?

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Day fourteen, dream fourteen

I don't know about you, but I know a lot about me... and my eating habits.

I don't eat breakfast very often, and when I do, it's a chocolate chip muffin. When I eat lunch, it's a bagel, maybe a green onion cake (holy yum :D) Dinner usually consists of a ham sub, from subway, with white cheese, lettuce, tomato and extra mayo.

That's basically it on a near day-to-day basis.

So,

Day fourteen -dream fourteen: Eat healthier

It's a simple dream, but one that's actually quite hard to do myself. I know I could change it if I wanted to. But time isn't on my side on this one. Nor is convenience.

I need to get cracking.

What's your dream?

[another-day-another-dream]

I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.

Shana Abé

[another-day-another-dream]

Fearing love

I have the feeling lately, that I fear love.

I used to think that every time I got near a guy, I didn't get my hopes up because I've simply never had luck with guys. Never. I've always been pushed immediately into the "friend zone," or the "oh, she's smart, maybe she can help me in this class" zone.

I'm single, and I would consider myself happy, but there are moment where I crave the affection that can't be given by a family member or friend -not even my best friend. And I know it's not the end of the world to not have a boyfriend, I do, but knowing and accepting the fact that I don't have one just kinda strikes my ego hard.

That's what it's all about, right? Ego? At least in high school, it feels this way. Screw it, most of the time it's for ego and pride, high school or not, the way I see it. And I'm not saying there's not "true love" out there, and that you can't find it in high school.

However, I don't think I myself can find it. I always had it in my head that after I moved across the country that one day I was going to move back -hell, it's still in my head, and I plan on doing so -So I wondered if it was a defense mechanism, that wheneverIthough that things were looking atiny, tiny, tiny bit brighter, that I started picking out all the flaws. And maybe it is. 

But now I don't know what to do, faced with a guy that I don't know if I can find the flaws in. I'm a little scared. There's a part of me that's so relieved, but the other part of me is anxious, and not in a good way. He scares me, in the sense that I'm no longer sure if I'm ready for a relationship (not that we're there quite yet, but it's looking a helluva lot better than any other "almost relationship" I've ever been in). He seems to see straight through my core, and while I'm not one to keep secrets, ask anyone, the thought scares me. Probably a little more than it should.

I don't want to be hurt. I've gotten to this point so many times before. I really don't want to be hurt.

And I'm usually more organized in my thought process, but when thinking of this situation, i don't know where to begin while explaining it. It's like there's a clot in my system where all the words are catching on the tear in my thought process. And it sucks.

Have you ever felt this way?

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