'Tis Ben's on Tuesday, can't remember much of mine, apart from my ex bought me a 200 quid phone, 130 quid necklace and something else. Then split up with me a week later.....dumb ass xD
So we're going to zee pub for a few hours :D
Asked him if there's anything else he wants to do but he can't think of anything xD Men xD
So that is what we'll do, then I'll give him his chocolate cake...which he found on top of the cupboard today, it's the only place that we have to hide things on! XD
NX
Sunday, 22 April 2012
Thursday, 19 April 2012
Food Poisoning.
Never eat something a week past its sell by date even if it still smells alright. Your stomach still might not approve.
And that's all for now xD
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
This was my first prose or short story.
Wrote it like 5 years ago! Tears.
Dying is a natural thing. In most cases. Living things pass away every second. Some followed by grief, sadness and longing. Some things die and no one bats an eyelid. But not the man I'm telling you about today.
This man has seen death. A lot of it. People, animals, every living thing on the earth. And when he sees it, no matter how large or small the being is, he mourns. His heart aches, he feels the sadness more than any other. Never has something died, that he has heard of or seen, that he has not mourned. For this man, has an angel's heart. Big as the ocean. Never-ending like the deepest corners of space.
But, he doesn't cry a thousand tears for them. Not ten, not even five. Whenever he sees something pass away, our man cries a single tear.
One drop. That one tear contains all the love and hope the man feels in his heart. The sadness at the loss of life. The eternal hope that these souls are taken to where they belong, somewhere peaceful, where they can rest forever. No more pain. No more fear.
But never hope for himself. Oh no. Never fear that he will one day pass over, that there is nothing beyond for him. His hope is for others. Never has a thought of himself appeared in his head. Our man is not a selfish one.
Everytime a soul passes on, a little bit of the man's heart breaks. It swell and beats with mourning. But it will never shatter. Neither will he ever shed more than a single tear.
There are rumours that he is an angel. Sent from above to feel the pain of sadness that no one else can or will. His single tear releasing a soul and lighting the way for the deep beyond. They say that should the man ever stop his cry, or cry more than a single tear, then heaven itself has become full, releasing no more souls to it's heavenly gates.
But, I'm happy to tell you, this will never happen. Our man will never stop his cry. Though, one day, he will find his love and have a family of his own, his heart will never shrink. It will never stop loving. Mourning.
One day, when the man is old and weary, the arch-angels with call him back to heaven, for it will be his time to cross over. His soul will be released.
And though he has never thought of this day himself, caring only about others, when this happens and our angel dies, the whole world and every being in it, will shed a single tear for him.
x
Dying is a natural thing. In most cases. Living things pass away every second. Some followed by grief, sadness and longing. Some things die and no one bats an eyelid. But not the man I'm telling you about today.
This man has seen death. A lot of it. People, animals, every living thing on the earth. And when he sees it, no matter how large or small the being is, he mourns. His heart aches, he feels the sadness more than any other. Never has something died, that he has heard of or seen, that he has not mourned. For this man, has an angel's heart. Big as the ocean. Never-ending like the deepest corners of space.
But, he doesn't cry a thousand tears for them. Not ten, not even five. Whenever he sees something pass away, our man cries a single tear.
One drop. That one tear contains all the love and hope the man feels in his heart. The sadness at the loss of life. The eternal hope that these souls are taken to where they belong, somewhere peaceful, where they can rest forever. No more pain. No more fear.
But never hope for himself. Oh no. Never fear that he will one day pass over, that there is nothing beyond for him. His hope is for others. Never has a thought of himself appeared in his head. Our man is not a selfish one.
Everytime a soul passes on, a little bit of the man's heart breaks. It swell and beats with mourning. But it will never shatter. Neither will he ever shed more than a single tear.
There are rumours that he is an angel. Sent from above to feel the pain of sadness that no one else can or will. His single tear releasing a soul and lighting the way for the deep beyond. They say that should the man ever stop his cry, or cry more than a single tear, then heaven itself has become full, releasing no more souls to it's heavenly gates.
But, I'm happy to tell you, this will never happen. Our man will never stop his cry. Though, one day, he will find his love and have a family of his own, his heart will never shrink. It will never stop loving. Mourning.
One day, when the man is old and weary, the arch-angels with call him back to heaven, for it will be his time to cross over. His soul will be released.
And though he has never thought of this day himself, caring only about others, when this happens and our angel dies, the whole world and every being in it, will shed a single tear for him.
x
Monday, 16 April 2012
Pt2.
So stressed out earlier that my finger went numb. Twas weird and made me panic, then that bloody cycle started: stress, numbness, panic, stress, numbness, palpitations, panic etc. Etc.
Luckily its tired me out so I will sleep tonight xD
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Decided to try and write my novel again. See if I can pull down the writers block. I miss writing, its so peaceful and let's me vent my weird imagination xD
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Bit upset at finding out thst you can be the most caring person in the world but sometimes someone is too far gone to even see a problem and then there's the 'you can't help someone who won't help themselves' saying.
I now know that's true. Even then they might not appreciate it. So I've just decided to look after myself from now on. Don't like people wanting my attention sometimes and then telling me to mind my own business. Not doing that again, I can assure you!
Nx
Writing.
Thinking about how I'm going to recreate a plot for my novel. Wrote a hundred pages last year but my notes about the ending got lost in the move to the flat.
So I have to rewrite an ending and maybe change the middle a little. Reading Stephen King really teaches you about writing horror. He is actually the King!
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