All these notes that I keep writing
What is going to be their purpose after I’ve left
Is this the way I want to remembered…. that the people who love me will able to relive the kind of person I was.
Then it’s awkward what I write in my notes - It’s nothing about memories… My notes are full of thoughts….
It’s nothing like my father’s……….
My notes are filled with thoughts……..
Thoughts of others and myself.
Come to think of it there’s no better way people can know and understand you : privy them to your thoughts. Your innermost thoughts….
Coming to terms with Loneliness
The going away of things
In the end
I can't seem to be optimistic about the things that would benefit from optimism. As a pessimist, my optimism is always irrational.
Fear of Forgetting
When I was a child, I realised I was invisible. I was a terrified, quiet girl who blended into the background.
Failure.We all have dreams, we are all encouraged to dream. The world is ours, all we have to do it take it.