Wednesday, September 2, 2009
03.09.09
Thursday, August 20, 2009
21.08.09
Well, FINNIKIN OF THE ROCK by Melina Marchetta is a must.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
06.07.2009
Look up the stars are all exploding
It's the last day on earth
In my dreams
It's the end of the world
And you've come back to me
In my dreams
Between the dust and the debris
There's a light surrounding you and me
It's the last day on earth
In my dreams
It's the end of the world
And you've come back to me
In my dreams
And you hold me closer than I can ever remember being held.
I'm not afraid to sleep now, if we can stay like this until
It's the last day on earth
In my dreams
It's the end of the world
And you've come back to me
In my head I replay our conversations
Over and over til they feel like hallucinations
You know me? I love to lose my mind
And every time anybody speaks your name I still feel the same
I ache, I ache, I ache inside.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
17.07.09
Friday, July 10, 2009
10.07.09 again.
I’m 13; loving and hating life at the same time.
At the moment, I love my house. My bedroom; my window seat. My family and close relatives mean heaps, and they no that, I all I want to do is spend more time with them.
School is spent rushing, and working, and the days go way to quick. But at home, homework and assignments seem to take up all my time.
My friends no who they are, and without them, I would not be me. They mean so much, and I love them so much. Even the boys mean heaps; they are great friends. Without them, I’d be lost ♥
My own dog means a lot; although this sounds strange and frightening – he is someone to talk to in the afternoons after a long time at school. I love him, maybe too much.
Although I don’t learn anymore, piano is a hobby; not an interest or a talent; just something I enjoy sitting down to on a regular basis.
Lost friends and primary school are much missed memories; which I wish I could retrieve. Indoor hockey and handball on a Friday afternoon.
I love my parents, maybe more then any other average teenage girl, but I know that they would do anything for me. I’m spoilt and I know it; although I still don’t help out as much as I should.
I miss Granny, and I wish that I could have got to known her myself; not from the stories and memories my much-loved
And last, but defiantly not least, Jessica Nancy Lally. I love her heaps, much to Rebeka’s disgust. This is for Jess; she’s the big sister that I never had (:
10.07.09
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG !!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
28.06.09

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