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.

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.

Hi.

Well, I think I just haven't posted in a while, and I was passing thorugh, so... well, here am I. I'm curious, which book ´re you reading? My ten books list reduced to 2, I'm not at home in a while so... :( I'm really sad. I am now reading Lord of the Rings and The Golden Compass (book 3), I´m goin' to start a book 'bout french... unfortunately it's not a novel or a story. However, it'll be useful to me. How many books do you like to read? I don't like to read only one, and I HATE to read when I have to.