All week I have been dreading this: writing my essay. It has haunted me in my sleep, especially last night, I kept waking up and thinking: 'oh, but what if I change this sentence into that'. The most horrible feeling. The reason why I was so horrified about this essay was because I just couldn't find the right angle, my head was a big mess of tangling wires that all went into a different direction. And all of them were impossible to link. Several sessions at school, where I had to lay down my ideas, were fruitless and only made the wires more tangled.
On top of that my ex-boyfriend moved out and that made it impossible for me to concentrate on anything for longer than 15 minutes. Luckily I still have my friends. I imagine I drove my friend Sarah crazy by calling her half the weekend. But despite that and my hell-weekend I finished my essay!!!
woensdag 26 mei 2010
zaterdag 22 mei 2010
vrijdag 21 mei 2010
Drastic times call for drastic measures
For me the best way to start the I-am-definitely-getting-over-you process is to do something drastic. Drastic always seems to work, just like buying yourself loads of presents!! So last night I went shopping with my mother and two 'sisters-in-law'. I bought myself this very expensive mud shower stuff, which smells absolutely wonderful. And after that we treated ourselves to a very nice dinner with loads of wine.
But of course this wasn't the drastic part. Yesterday i was fantasizing about a certain hair colour.
So after considering this for a long time....well, of course not. It's not called drastic for nothing.
I turned blond!!
But of course this wasn't the drastic part. Yesterday i was fantasizing about a certain hair colour.
So after considering this for a long time....well, of course not. It's not called drastic for nothing.
I turned blond!!
woensdag 19 mei 2010
Empty emotions
I hate him!! I hate the fact that he brought a girl to help pick up his stuff!! I hate the fact that he hurt me!! I hate the fact that he used me!! I hate everything about him and still I am sad...
Slowly dying is this love inside of me. Slipping away like water through my fingers. The empty hole that is left is increasing in size..growing and growing unil it fills up every corner of my soul.
In it's crushing progress it kills all my joy. Oh, how I wish I could hide myself in the deepest, darkest corners of my soul.
Slowly dying is this love inside of me. Slipping away like water through my fingers. The empty hole that is left is increasing in size..growing and growing unil it fills up every corner of my soul.
In it's crushing progress it kills all my joy. Oh, how I wish I could hide myself in the deepest, darkest corners of my soul.
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