My safe haven.

Yesyesyes I know this is like the 3rd post today, but I really have so much to add in!!! Waaaaa~~ Ok, and well I just sneaked into msn, and OMG OMG 'Edward' changed his account, and he was like, "Add meeeeee!!!" though well I don't think it was meant for me, but I still added him anyway :P Yikes, I feel like a stalker or some obsessed freak! Such a dirty, unclean feeling... I feel kind of guilty now :(
Ohmigod finals are creeping up even faster than I'd prefer, but then again since when do I actually have a say in this matter? In truth, since when did any of us students ever have a say in these matters? Hmm, how about NEVER? Riiight? So anyway about 2 weeks more to finals, and what am I doing? Blogging/writing in my diary, listening to 98.7, reading, basically doing anything to escape the horror of having to do revision. Truth is, I find all these tests devoid of any meaning (not to mention that they are uber boring...) especially since I've sort of decided what I want to be... A writer! Or an actress. Or a singer. Okay, maybe I haven't really decided yet. But still, I just feel that there's so much more than all these seemingly endless tests.
Imagine, the whole world is waiting for you to take your first step out there, if you could just free yourself from your bonds... Maybe it's one reason why I'll always love pictures of scenery, especially those of the mountains and forests. They seem to tell me that they'll always be waiting for me, no matter what. I swear, one day I will escape to that wonderful place - my safe haven.
But I do have to say, my mind is still the safest retreat. If anything happens I can just flee into my mind and immediately feel better. I may sound crazy, but it seems like there's another me in there, and she's the one who understands me the best, who won't judge or condemn me. If I didn't know any better, I'd call her my soulmate.

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