Archive | April, 2011

Happy Half Birthday To Me, Happy Half Birthday To Me, Happy…

16 Apr

This year I decided to celebrate my Half-Birthday due to the fact that my real day of birth is going to be celebrated away from home with people I’ve met a few days previous. Due to this fact I’m not planning to spread the fact of when my real birthday is with my new friends, instead I will probably hide away in my new room and sulk.

When I say celebrate I mean actually make a point of noticing it and have a take-away as a treat. Not presents or this;

Although, if anyone decides to give me this at any point of the year, birthday related or not, I will be extremely happy. I find the idea of receiving gifts and having a party, as a few people seem to, a little bit absurd but I think the fact that I won’t be at home for my real birthday justifies the need to make a point of this Half Birthday.

I’ve Come To The Conclusion That;

4 Apr

Life is a period where you use your own lifetime to meet others’.

Sometimes you touch someone else’s life and other times they touch upon yours.

The most important thing is that after moments where two lives collide, things never stay the same ever again.

We change.

And, in the end, we realise that the money, the cars and the worries didn’t matter one bit; that the only thing that did were the people.

Calling; You.

4 Apr

I’ve neglected this blog a little recently but it’s mainly due to the lack of things to report I’m afraid. What can I say to you that you haven’t already been told or don’t already know? I talk quite a lot and I’ve been wondering recently whether it’s something I enjoy doing, as such, or whether its a habitual thing. I think sometimes I talk so much that it doesn’t really matter what words I’m using or what I’m saying as the majority is useless and wasted. Not to say I’ll be changing this ‘habit’ in a hurry, rather just considering making what I speak a little bit less babble and a little more interesting. Maybe I’ll consider the real reasons and think about it all.

So, the same applies here, am I just talking and writing for the sake of it? Does anyone really read what I write and actually understand what I feel, the motions that made me use a certain adjective or express a certain feeling? Can anyone read these sentences and paint a picture of me in their mind. Is this a transparent image of my true self? I could tell you about my day today, my favourite stories, my favourite foods, what I look like or how I feel, but would any of these give an image of what I’m really all about? I sometimes feel so lost within myself. Who am I? I sometimes wonder if anyone could just simply read these words and say “you’re just like me”. Or maybe, you’re this orĀ that kind of person. Or maybe even, you talk too much, you think too much, you post too many pictures.