fustration

f21 magenta dress OOS OMFG I WAS FREAKING OUT T_T
ordered a red one BUT SOME BACK SMALL IS 00S ALSO
OMGWTFWTFWTFWTFFFFF.

hatehatehate.
-screams-

fuck.

i NEED to shop. need new clothes.
hate the weather thus spreeing but apparently i’m to make do with shitx.

fofofofofofofofofof makign no sense.
someoneeee share ur sentiments with me thanks.

tamaya for dinner wooots!
= bathing and dressing up and hopefully some walking.

crossing hurdles

today as i was walking, i thought of my past.
something i really missed a lot.

it happened really long ago, 10 yrs ago.
hurdles.
i wasn’t born a runner.
slow, lazy, nothing motivated me.
it was pure torture, running in circles without a point.
(thus, hate running till now)

but i remember enjoying hurdles a ton.
jumping around bars, at least it had a point, no?

i don’t know how it happened,
but fear soon grew and i got afraid to jump.
i remember coach jeffrey, bong, and of course, dennis. (= and some other really handsome guy lol.

i practically begged my coach to let me skip all the jumping. i stopped and bumped into the hurdles, unable to jump past them.
it got really bad i could only manage half hurdles for practise.

i pulled out of the nationals in the end.
would have never made it, anyway.

it’s just something i really miss a lot.
unlike church or the piano, i never got a second chance at it. to get over my fear.

probably the fear of falling.

and netball too,
i miss that, tonnes.

but people just have to kill what i love.
or maybe i wasn’t strong enough to fight by myself.

we’ve got eggs

french toast.
not a very imaginable supper ehh..

was just wanting to play in the kitchen as usual. :/ so yea 1 egg can be absorbed in one slice of bread. -beams-

it turned out real good in fact.
yea the bad part was chugging it down my tummy.

it tasted weirdly nice (considering egg = yuck and bread = not my friend) but the only problem was i wish someone could eat after i cooked.

i dont know i like the kitchen i just dont see myself eating. not what i cook anyway.