HELLO ♥
This is your daily diet of me :)
This is my secretive space and most of my feelings are contained here.
It is where I post pretty photos, quotes that mean something to me,
random tidbits of my days,
my strange thoughts, my evil plans,
songs that i sing along to, my attempt of covers(not really), my feelings,
everything.
All our secrets,
They are tailored troubles,
Draped loose now around your hips,
Your spotless instincts are valid,
We Co-Exist,
We've got twenty-six days to work with,
We'll see what all gets done,
I'm an addict for traumatics;
I confuse the two for Love
♥
KEL ♥
♥Kel:)
2nd December
I run around too much, and never get enough sleep.
I love music, rainy days, my dog, old record stores, clouds, anything literature, my polaroid/toy cameras, dark chocolates/tofu, my collection of miniature mini coopers, airports, libraries, quiet cafes.
I'm a mass comm student.
I cannot read maps
I listen to Etta James and digs The Postal Service currently
I love to bake and take random photos.
Normally not at the same time.
I love bagels and pancakes
I also have dyscalculia which means my ability to solve mathematical problems is quite screwed up. In other words, I was born with a missing math gene.
And I'm a softie for chick flicks
BLOG
2:35 AM
Bad case of monday blues, perhaps?
I don't know what's wrong with me. Really. There's nothing particularly wrong with my life, I just feel so wrong inside. I don't really like myself very much now. I'm moody, I'm impatient. I'm not a very good friend and I'm pretty much the world's most horrible daughter given how I seem to get all kinds of impatient and annoyed and just downright repugnant. And my parents puts up with it and my dad is a billion times more patient than I am, which makes me feel even worse.
I'm just in a perpetual state of GROUCH and I hate it, and I don't know why I keep doing it. I've been
crying so much lately and I don't know why. I want to be happy, I do. I don't know why it's become so hard.
And I hate being so whiny. And feeling so unsettled and just a billion kinds of absolute wrong-ity. I don't know what to do any more.
Because I felt out of sorts, I ended up doing my quiet time and I kind of like this quote:
"That you are not alone, for I am here with you"
And I think that comforts me so much more than "you are pms-ing, stressed and depressed."
Goodnight people.
