While im sitting on my antique chair..or just laying on my bed..i think about my future so much,about my life in 3 years?
This cold got me thinking, i dont really know about the cold..i just know i want some sun back:(
My hands hurt.
My parcials are soon.
Im fat.
I love nature.
Oh oh.
Literature really helps me escape from reality, i really wish i could see those green green beautiful pastures.
I want to go to irland.:) i think about it like as i magical land or something.
:/
My head is spinning and my chamomille tea waiting.
leave me a comment with ur blog or sumthing. ill forsure check it out
x
Joyce
