i’ve started writing to this guy in Minnesota. It’s so weird but now we’re penpals hahaha. I’ve spent a crap load on international stamps and I’m sending him little pieces and drafts of my writing and I received his reply today and it was all about how well I’m going, and how to improve, and it made my day. coming home to written letters are the absolute best. I don’t even know him at all, it was organised through my english teacher to help me branch out, but it’s just what I needed! he is actually really nice but hope he isn’t old or smelly or weird.
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Beach House - New Year
(waited months for this album, can’t remember the last time I’ve digged an album as much as this)
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Beach House - The Hours
‘Change your mind, don’t care about me’
Imagine having someone in your life who tries to control what you do, and where you go. Imagine them pressuring you about who you are supposed to like or dislike, and then practically becoming dead to them because you failed to ‘hate’ or discard people. Imagine having someone in your life who tries to change you. I can, but not for long though. Being dead to them has it’s perks, I suppose. I can spend my time with lovely people, who don’t need change. Who make me a better person. My thoughts are focused on nicer things. A positive for every negative.
Did I really just catch a train all the way to Newcastle for a mexican burrito and then come home again? I THINK I DID
Anonymous
walking from the bathroom to my bedroom having a panic attack in the hallway about school and the HSC and my ATAR and my assignments and my social life and my future. all of a sudden having an instant realisation that everything is too fucking tough. in year 11 I just skimmed through without having a nervous breakdown. I had way too much on my plate a year ago, and there’s too much of everything and my brain is literally feels as if it’s melting. I thought I was handling this. I have no time for relationship drama, for drama with girls, I hardly have time for myself anymore. I spend so much of my time revising, studying, organising and doing assignments. I spent 8 hours today at HSC seminars, thinking it would give me a bit of a boost or some help, but somehow every seminar ended with them all telling me i’m ‘competing’ for this, and just fucking destroyed all of my morale and positivity. thinking in the shower is fucked. crying whilst writing this is fucked. I have never been so worried or stressed for anything like this before in my life.
