Posts Tagged ‘Blur’
to all net-savvy peeps, any idea where do i find sites with guides/ help to make my blog more attractive? i’m a total blur fug when it comes to these IT related stuff… is it html stuff i’m dealing with? i see people having their own pictures used as banners etc, i would love to be able to customise my blog instead of using the default themes they offer. btw i’m using wordpress and blogspot. thanks to u all! ^_~
there is a teacher at school who follows my blog and i want to post this on my blog. would he reed it and be ok with it or would he tell other techer/ ring my parents or sent me to the school cousiler. i dont want to risk him over reacting.? any thorghts on this issue?
When home is gone
Lying in the same sheets, surrounded by the same furniture as always I wiped away my black tears before they hit the pillow. I had forgotten to remove my make up before and now mascara was smudged all down my face. I had managed to put on a brave face for the family earlier as I had most days as being unhappy about the move, or just being unhappy in general had been frowned on in the house and all problems were pushed under the subject of ’teen anxiety’ to be forgotten but now I was alone it was to much to hold in.
The day had been a stressful blur of boxes and removal men. The new room was bigger than my last but was poorly decorated with blank colourless walls and a tired light green carpet. The old familiar sound of the sea I was used to hearing at night was now replaced with the sound of cars driving past my window. trying to remember my old home and life I closed my eyes tight and pressed play to the saddest song on my ipod.
In the old house I would sit for hours in the dark on my window ledge listing to the sea and staring at the sky. I found it was peaceful and relaxing. That was one thing they couldn’t take from me. Where ever I go the sky, stars and moon would never leave. I wipe my tiered eyes one last time and then go to the window. The feel of the curtains in my palms reminds me of home and I pull them back I realize for the first time how skinny the window ledge is. In desperation to feel home I make a compromise and lean against the window with my back on the wall. I look up through the panes in the window
And that’s when I realized
I can’t see the stars any more.