Nov 19, 2015
Hope you feel better soon. Lots of love Xx
love you alaa! thank you, i’m doing just fine!
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Hope you feel better soon. Lots of love Xx
love you alaa! thank you, i’m doing just fine!
It feels great to let loose. Now it is time for bed.
Hello, how was your day?
It was alright, I got a job! How was yours my dear?
Sherlock Season 3 Episode 3
WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?! That whole episode was just... and then the end? My friends screamed and I just couldn't emotionally handle it, and so I began sobbing uncontrollably. And now we are all back to waiting... and blogging. Sorry in advance guys.
Dinner conversation
Emily: if I spontaneously combust and you all run away, I will be genuinely upset. I would expect you to bake cookies over my body.
Kyrie: and make smores?
Emily: and make smores.
I've said it once, and I will say it again
One Direction will be the death of me. I finally got to watching their performance of Midnight Memories on X Factor, and I couldN'T brEATHE. Ridiculous, I know, but HOLY CRAP! It was amazing. Niall's voice and Harry's scream, I can't deal right now.
Classes
There are so many choices in college, but since I want to be a Biology and a Global studies major with a concentration in world health, I don't have the time or the money
I feel--
I feel trapped. Like my life is an endless cycle that I can't escape by doing what is expected. I feel constricted, like a large invisible fist is squeezing me by the middle. Like I can't breathe. I feel submereged, like I am under a foot of water, I can see what is before me, but I just can't reach it. I feel untethered, like I am not where my body is. The rope that anchors me to it is thinning. I feel the ticking of the clock, like there is so much to do but no time. I am being yanked to the future and my present is nonexistant. Whenever I do something, I am wasting precious minutes. I feel pieces, like my life is falling apart, though it is solid and functioning. I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders; there is so much expected and required of me-- I am collapsing. The weight however is smaller than I make it out to be, but it's equally as crushing. I feel like whenever I am having fun, laughing, and smiling that it's fake. That after all is said and done I am back to reality where the smiles are gone. Like I can't have fun, because time is dwindling away. I feel--