Why is that when I discover a figment of happiness, one person I genuinely care about (however new our friendship seems to be) has a major downfall and ends up not unsimilar to how I was just a week ago?
Why is it that there is not enough happiness to go around? If it is so infinite, why isn't she happy? Why is it that I had a major backstep when one of my friends is finally happy, then when I become happy again (almost), yet another friend gets crestfallen?
Sometimes I think that the world is the most unfair place to live.
I have been living in the same room since I was 6 years old. I can remember when I had to climb the shelves to get one of my stuffed animals down from the top (where Mum used to hide the ones she didn't want played with... I outsmarted her). Now it's where I hide my own stash. Lollies, fake money (don't laugh, it was part of my birthday present! I'm rich now =]), chocolate, secrets, and those funny hats I have, like the ones Katie and I got at Merriwa when we were like fourteen. I miss the days of being small and expected to be irrisponsible!
The next shelf down is where I hide my leftover alcohol from parties. Yes, I've had Cruisers, Ruskis, Smirnoff and other alcohol hidden behind my ghost costume for Drama in year 10. Other good times... Last day of year 10, the last Drama lesson, my last class with Simone. The last time I took a photo of her. RIP name theif. I love you, no matter what I said... by the way... you were wrong. I may be older but you died first. <3
Thats my ramble for the night.
Simmy xo
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you make a lot of sense.
ReplyDeleteand you think well. you really do =]
i love you simmy =]
xx
btw. "repetitious cycles" vs "vicious cycles".
ReplyDeletename thief much?! =P