♥ {confessional, sweet battle && interrupted thoughts} ♥

i can't help but make mention that today i'm being shameless.

(posted on Friday, October 23 by eii wyy nae.)

i’ve so many papers & assignments to do, i keep putting them off & it's really not going to be a good day. & i can't seem to get anything done either, here i’m on this & listening to deathcab, that is not productive at all. i could have slept in this morning but i didn't, i wasn't very productive though. my cousins puppy is getting so big. she keeps peeing on the floor. it's not good, my uncle gets really mad at her but she's still young & hopefully she learns.

i can't wait to see my loveliests next friday, for one whole year it should be relaxing & good. i'm so excited to see all my friends who i haven't seen in ages. can i curl up with you people & watch it come down in fluffy flakes through the window. it's pretty hard being so far from everyone, even with the friends i’ve here. soon, it’ll be baybee roy’s turn to fly off. a date has been schedule – january 23rd. & there goes my last bestie on earth.

okay, lla lo se, i know it seems like i’m tooting my horn {toot - oops! did i do that}. for someone who has always been very solitary, ‘promoting’ myself does not come easy. i’m not shy by any means for the two are not one & the same. if i find something distasteful, if someone is rude – it’ll be known. when i'm happy &/or thrilled at another's good fortune or because the clouds are beautifully lit behind the burning sun – it’ll be known. yep, i'll be the one who does a happy-dance, claps her hands, twirls, gives hugs, etc ... in other words i make a spectacle of myself. though i’d feel that kind of feeling has gone forever.

yet, about myself i'm often mute except for here in this space. i suppose it is the freedom of the degree of anonymity, the feel that i'm sharing a secret dispersed like droplets of rain - they go so far that they’ll not return to storm over me. feelings are sacred & potent, in the wrong hands they’re dangerous. soltando los en voz baja, released in a whisper they do not call too much attention, but are still allowed to make their way out into the world.

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