LilyKate

With my head against the floor, and your arm strong and relentless. I don't think you cared at all. Infact I think you hate me. The long nights are coming to an end as winter leaves us. I can't wait for the taletale warm wind of spring to catch my hair in the sunlight. Summers coming and I've been looking forward to this since it finished last feb-march. So much change has occurred in my life this year. I'm most likely going to uni next year, Relationships with people I thought I knew and people I didn't know at all; have become so much more clear to me. I wonder what this time next year will bring. 2010- you have been a year of grow

Crying in the shower is better than in bed. Because you can pretend like nothing happened afterwards. Your cheeks aren't tight from salt, and your eyes aren't sore and red. Just a random thought. So, I've been asked to leave to university a year earlier than I would have to go. My mother is relatively supportive and my father against it. What should I do? I fall to sleep with this in mind and when I wake it's like I have thought nothing but this during my sleep. It's a big decision and it's difficult to know if what I chose will be the right one. :/ Guh I hate this.

I ran my hand along the weave of the linen, my fingers lingering where the tightly knotted thatching had become worn and loose. My grandfathers chair was significantly smaller than I remember. The memories I have of my grandfather, are the sort that could be looked over in a conversation, lost amongst the chatter of passers by. The sort that lacked definition between reality and my imagination. These types of memories were of the wind, present, but not able to be seen clearly. This chair was a memory in itself. Possibly the only connection to him, I have left. In the middle of a large open room, stood that robust high-backed chair. Covered i