“I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No…not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that… over-throws life. Unbiddable, ungovernable-like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. Love…. like there has never been before.” – Shakespeare In Love
I often wish I could go back to when the most important thing on my mind was what name I would go by when I pretended I was a mermaid.
I stumbled across this on one of the blogs I visit. Isn’t it awesome? I especially love the dress. I wish I could track down some larger images, but no luck thus far.
I’ve been neglecting my actual written journal far more than my online one. Which is really sad considering I have like a nine month void of entries here… I don’t know where I’ve been lately. I feel like I’ve been living in the back of my head or something… that probably won’t make any sense to most of you.
I was the girl who had to write in her journal or at least draw in it every night. Despite the day’s activities… What happened to that? What happened to the smiles and the laughter? What happened to having so much art all over the place that I would get yelled at for having such a cluttered room? What happened to lying out on the dock for hours and staring at the stars? What happened to the desire to constantly write poetry? How did it all slip away from me?
I used to go through journals about twice a year, or at least once a year. However, my current one has seen me start and finish college. I was really depressed for a large portion of my college years, and I just didn’t want to remember them I guess… I don’t know. It’s not me. This isn’t me.
Damn that boy. Damn the emotional rollercoaster he made me ride. How did I let him drain the life from me like that? Why did I care about what happened to him so much? He obviously didn’t return those feelings. I swear I am never letting another person do this to me again.
