Tuesday, 8 October 2013
Wind: a force with no shadow. A weight of weightlessness. Uncontrollable to avoidable
It's the situations like these that define us all. That crave for normality that doesn't exist
So much has happened in the last year and for the last few years I ultimately forgot who I really was and what made me the person I am today.
Reading through this scrapbook may seem like a goodbye and give off a morbid feeling but this has nothing to do with death. This scrapbook I made to remind me how blessed and proud I have to have so many people in my life. I come from a loving family and the best parents possible. Who else would put up with me?
Riding the public transport system which smells like dried vomit, I can ignore the cold outside these windows. They may be a terrorist on board or a murderer or even doctor. Really it doesn't matter.
Thoughts can be disregarded as quick as they arise. So when I see myself in the mirror and see fat, when I look at my clothes more fat. Then looking at the tags of size 8 kids... I am 20 years old. Two size 8 kids pants would not even fit a size of adult 8 jeans.