Deconstruction.
I feel nothing.
My room is cluttered with memories and items that scream “us”. Hastily written sticky notes with quick “I love you’s” scribbled out. Longer, deeper letters that are odes of encouragement and support. Pictures. Anniversaries. Holidays.
Standing in my room, I feel so empty and so small.
I feel everything.
It comes up abruptly, then crashes down sharply and demolishes me in the process. Eyes are watering, fists are clenched over my heart. Gasping, hot tears streaming. No sobbing. Only ragged breathing and hiccuping. It feels so good to just feel and let everything out, almos
Deconstruction.
I feel nothing.
My room is cluttered with memories and items that scream “us”. Hastily written sticky notes with quick “I love you’s” scribbled out. Longer, deeper letters that are odes of encouragement and support. Pictures. Anniversaries. Holidays.
Standing in my room, I feel so empty and so small.
I feel everything.
It comes up abruptly, then crashes down sharply and demolishes me in the process. Eyes are watering, fists are clenched over my heart. Gasping, hot tears streaming. No sobbing. Only ragged breathing and hiccuping. It feels so good to just feel and let everything out, almos
The title is a lie. There aren't 100 questions.
First journal entry of 2015 though! Yippee this should be fun! The last quarter of 2014 put me through the fecking ringer. :(
001: Real name: Paula
002. Nickname: Pokie, P-Sass, Pookie, Muffin
003. Zodiac sign: Libra
004. Male or female: I identify as female.
005. Nursery: Myrtle Farm Montessori
006. Primary school: Tabernacle Christian School
007. Secondary school: A teeny Catholic high school for the first two years and then independent study for the remaining two.
008. Hair colour: It's back to chocolate brown
009. Long or short: Long
010. Loud or quiet: Ambivert. :)
011. Sweats or jeans: