Well, my other layout decided to go and break on me...the picture totally disappeared. So now, we have this one, which I am ABSOLUTELY in love with. It's so gorgeous...
Anyway, here I am in American, absolutely bored out of my mind. I just sit here and type whatever comes of out of his mouth, which is quite funny. That basically means that I don't even have to pay much attention, do I?
I'm in a pensieve mood. I don't know why. We're talking about the 1920s, which happens to be one of my favorite times in history. That and the Victorian Era. Both radically different times, but really cool times at the same time. We're nearing the stock market crash.
It makes me feel, when am I going to crash in my life? Sometimes it feels as if life is going too well, you know what I mean? Too many amazing things have happened to me in the past year. I mean, my migraines have been worse, but...I've still been generally happy. College is coming. A new chapter in my life.
But there's still a lurking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The feeling that you just might not make it through, that something's just going to rip this fairytale, this Jazz Age to pieces. And even though I sort of feel it's going to happen, I'll still more than likely be oblivious to it when it happens.
Everything always hits me so harshly. Maybe it's a sign of weakness, I don't know. I'd like to think of myself as a reed bending to whatever happens. But one day, my back is going to break.
"Who said it was so easy to pick up all the pieces?" - prcinderella -
