Saturday 9th July 2011
It is times like this when I sit and wonder ‘where’s my Romeo? What happened to my Prince Charming?’ But then I stop and think, do I really deserve him?
...I want to leap out of bed, draw back the curtains and gaze out into the night.
To lean out the window, sing for my true love, the love I do not yet
possess and possibly never will. If only I weren’t so afraid.
Monday 8th August 2011
Some people say that God can’t exist because if he did he would help all the poor people in the world.
I object to that. I feel their despair but WE have to help them. They
are there because we did this to them. They are there because we have a
wrong to right. They are there to stop us from turning into complete
monsters before it’s too late.
Sunday 7th August 2011
Anyway I need to write what I think and feel. Not all that you see
here actually ‘happened’ but it’s still very real to me. I don’t care if
I let my imagination run away with me!
Plenty of brilliant artists and
writers were mad! In fact it made their work more interesting! Even if
they did cut their ears off, commit suicide, run round doing crazy stuff
etc etc. People still loved them and their work just the same. And I
want to be loved too.
I almost feel as though I will never live long
enough to become an author, to be married and have a family.