29 days!!

TWENTY NINE DAYS TO GO HOME

I 'M SO HAPPY

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PLEASE, COMMENT SOMETHING

YOU'RE 700+ PEOPLE AND THERE IS NOT A SINGLE COMMENT

A question

If someone:

-has stories with you

-respects you

-outweirds you

-understands the way you think

-thinks at the same speed the same things (and sometimes says them)

-knows you well

-trusts you

- understands and laughs with you of your jokes

-finds your dumb jokes funny

-finds you weird but is ok with it

-has the same ideals and values

-encourages your weirdest dreams and objectives

Why lose that person?

Betty Botter's Better Batter

I remember trying to read this out loud last year at school :')

Betty Botter's Better Batter

Betty Botter had some butter,

"But," she said, "this butter's bitter.

If I bake this bitter butter,

It would make my batter bitter.

But a bit of better butter,

That would make my batter better."

So she bought a bit of butter –

Better than her bitter butter –

And she baked it in her batter;

And the batter was not bitter.

So 'twas better Betty Botter

Bought a bit of better butter.

How...?

     I can't understand how I've done to discuss with my mom, if she told me something it was because she wants me to be happy, and she didn't deserve me to answer her like that. 10 days ago, my mom arrived to see me and she left yesterday, yet it feels like it was yesterday that she arrived and it was an eternity that she left. I miss her, and I hate not being able to be with her and to hug her. Once she told me that her mother felt really sad when her grandmother died. My grandma felt like there was nothing left to her in the world and my mom felt sad because her mom was sad. I now understand how my grandma felt then. Not because my mom is dead (she's alive) but because I now know how it is not being able to be with her and talk to her. Basically not to have her next to me.

Long Long Journey

City lights shine on the harbour,
night has fallen down,
through the darkness and the shadow
I will still go on.

Long, long journey through the darkness,
long, long way to go;
but what are miles across the ocean
to the heart that's coming home?

Where the road runs through the valley,
where the river flows,
I will follow every highway to the place I know.

Long, long journey through the darkness,
long, long way to go;
but what are miles across the ocean
to the heart that's coming home?

Long, long journey out of nowhere,
long, long way to go;
but what are sighs and what is sadness
to the heart that's coming home?

     - Enya [Amarantine]

Being lonely

Being alone doesn't mean being lonely, but being lonely doesn't mean being alone.

So when you feel lonely, just look around. There will always be someone there for you. 

Family

     A leaf falls across the window... and another... and another. The village around the house is quiet, not a sound to be heard, not a single person to be seen, and all I could do is watch out. Watch out and think. It has been a year since I left home for school and it has passed fast with only some weeks left, though it seems like an eternity. And I am still here with no exit due to the school with nothing to do but look outside. Nothing to do but think on the family I left behind. They have visited me. They came here, but now they've left. And I felt empty. Lonely. And I am not alone. I am in a great family. I guess you understand it when you stop seeing someone for a long time, and when you see them again, it is for a short amount of time. You're with them and you try, you try to pass every single second with them. But time passes fast and then they have to leave. And even though you know you'll see them again, and this period of time is shorter than the first one it seems an eternity longer.

     This is something I'd do again, but it seems so hard to finish things when they're like this. When you have no one with you but they're all around you. When you can't talk to anyone because you don't know how to say it but you know they might understand... that's the hardest part of all.

    No. The hardest part of life is life itself. Something so precious and complicated, yet we only appreciate it when we lose it. Or when we feel like we've lost it. Why are things like that? Because when you recuperate them, you take care of them like you didn't before. Only this time is forever.