Welcome to my blog. I respond to Angela. This is a blog that is probably never genuinely happy and a tad deep...but read on.
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posted : Saturday, June 4, 2011
title : You think it hurts when the knife cuts you? Your wrong. It hurts more when you start to heal.
 “Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down." "Truth and tears clear the way to a deep and lasting friendship." "Everyone has problems, some are just better at hiding them." ”Not all scars show, not all wounds heal. Sometimes you can't always see the pain someone feels." I am getting into this habit of showering in the middle of the night. So then I end up with wet hair that doesn’t dry till like 3am in the morning. Winters are great for baths and spas. I once made the mistake of falling asleep in the spa bath until I woke up like two hours later and realised I was freezing cold. Its so easy to fall asleep in a nice warm bath XD So last night I was on a three way convo with Joanne and Steph. In the middle of discussing how everyone was going to get to the basketball venue Steph told us that she was going to fry an egg.This is how the convo went: Steph: Arghh so hungry I’m going to fry and egg Angela and Jo:…you can cook? Steph: Shur up course I can cook Angela: I bet your gonna burn your eggs Steph: ==….(ten mins later) SHIT I DROPPED THE FRYING PAN!.....(15 mins later)OMG I DROPPED HALF MY EGGS! Jo and Angela: LOL! (hehe steph if your reading this please don’t kill me XD) Anyways today I went shopping with my mum to the Parramatta Westfield and I decided that I wanted to get this perfume called “Marc Jacobs daisy” But then there was two types so I sprayed one on each wrist then walked around David jones looking for scarves and boots. After 30mins I smelt both of the perfume on each wrist to decide with one I liked. But I realized that I had forgotten which perfume was on which wrist. Totally pissed me off! I think my memory is getting worse everyday. >< ”Clowns wear a face that's painted intentionally on them so they appear to be happy or sad. What kind of mask are you wearing today?” Did I ever tell you how much I hate clowns? I’ve always been scared of clowns even since I was small because behind that painted face I knew that there was a person. A person that was capable of malevolence and hatred. But then with a painted mask on their face I could never tell what they were thinking or feeling. I hate the way clowns how clowns have a smile permanently have a smile painted to their face. I use to have nightmares about clowns. |
A true friend is someone who sees the pain in your eyes while everyone else believes the smile on your face~
