Head aching.
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I think i am getting sick again.
:(

Such beauty is tragic

They fall at a speed of five centimeters per second...like snowflakes.

I aways find it hard to push myself.
Everything is a battle.
I try but my mum just doesn't understand that i am not a studier. i just can't study for very long. I get to distracted. Curse you Creative mind.
My mum loves me and i love her, but she keeps pressuring me about the future, but i just don't know. Well that's a lie, i do know what i want to do, but it's not good enough. It's not a stable career...apparently.
I want to write, stories, novels, my whole life, i just want to write. I want to write, fall in love, get married, have kids, and live my life.
God gave me this gift and i love it so much, i feel like he is going to use me through my stories, i don't know how, but i feel as if he will.

So here i am rambling about my future all because i am studying for exams, for subjects i will probably never use.
I want to write, and perform plays, to write plays, to be in musicals.
SIGH.
I am trying to study hard to make mum happy. i am trying.

I finally watched 5 centimeters per second last night.
It was beautifully tragic.
It made me think alot, as i found one of the characters a lot like me, and my situation with love.
She made a hard decision, one that i haven't decided yet.
She cried in her bed, i do that.



These are not good muffins mum!

One day they wrote a play.

They were excited.

but it died.

I want it to come back to life.

Long  live the Mordes.



We stay because Anatevka is our home...

Its crazy how something can have so much work go into it and then, like a flash, be done, forever.
This musical made me feel so alive.
I was looking at other posts by my friends on the same topic, and it got me a little teary. like them i am scared to lose the forged or grown friendships that have come to be because of this production. It saddens me and i don't no how to cope.

I found myself a little freaked out, a little worried. What was i to do now, i started to panic.
 Tomorrow is Monday and for the whole of the year so far, that has meant musical practice.
Now however, i don't know what to do with my life.
How on earth am i suppose to do assignments and study, when i am so out of it.
I don't want to say goodbye to the Laughter, the Friends, the Songs, the family, the one liners.
I don't want to say good bye to Fiddler on the roof.

But i will have to.'

Dearest Fiddler now you are gone...and i don't know what to do with my life.

:(

I will miss you.

Warewolves.

Love this kid. :D