That I can't seem to learn my lesson with this guy, so that joy and happiness followed by heartbreak and disappointment seem to be my permanent cycle these days.
that my sister, 12 years old (i think anyway), and will be starting high school next year, still acts like a two year old most of the time. i really can't imagine even one other year seven sans developmental problems acting the way she does.
^ . . . she'll snap out of it eventually . . .they all do . . . and in another 2 or 3 years you two will be great mates . . . in the meantime . . . ignore ignore ignore and kick a few telegraph poles
sounds like a might fine stress buster danny . . .
< lying awake for h-o-u-r-s willing sleep to come . . . and the frustrating internal battle while staring at the clock . . . *stay in bed / get up / stay in bed / get up / stay in bed . . . * . . . . . . guess who won the argument this fine autumn morning
that the pollyanna who lives within copped an absolute hammering yesterday why do people have to create so much freaking drama over things that are just so teeny bloody tiny don't they know that happiness is like a kiss. . . you can only enjoy it if you share
*picks self up and dusts self off but just might keep things on the low down for today* . . . it will all be good