I spent the afternoon watching Jane Eyre with my mother. She loves it in a creepy way. Except she said to me, "Neither of them are good looking!" and I said to her, "That's the bloody point!" Tomorrow, we go to Fremantle (I terribly wanted to write Matlock just then). Mother-daughter bonding time. Her idea. My fear.
This morning, I sat in my room reading Sense & Sensibility for a little while. Then I sat in the sun by my window and shed a couple of tears over something that is sincerely silly. I don't think I'm legitimately sad about the situation. I think they were more tears of frustration. And bitterness. And disappointment. And they were probably a sign that I'm not content with my life right now. Or myself for that matter.
Sometimes, I feel like my whole life is just sitting there and waiting and waiting and waiting for something exciting to happen. It rarely/never does. Maybe hope does breed eternal misery.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
1 comment:
Life's looking up ;)
Like you, I often feel that way, but we're still young, soon enough our lives will be full of excitement....
x
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