Hello, i have literally just gotten out of bed, after lying there for a long time, with my curtain pulled open just a crack, but enough for me to finish my book. And i dunno. I feel different this morning. Last night i guess i came to terms, linked a few things up. And in a month i will revisit all of this, and maybe, just maybe, get help. Heres exactly what i did this morning:
Woke up realizing i slept without pillows last night, i must prefer this, i dislike pillows sometimes. Then sat for 3 hours, and read my book-Lottie Biggs is NOT mad by Hayley Long. This book, has completely made me think about myself as a person, and made me feel slightly different now i have finished it. I must admit i will miss reading it. I will miss it being there.
Then i managed to tear myself out of bed, put a checkered shirt over my superman top and sweat pants, pull my trousers down, as they seemed to have risen very high up during the night. I then walked into my mums room to get a tissue, at the exact moment something fell on her, i let out a small snigger and left.
I then walked to my bathroom, as i needed the bathroom. I call very toilet a bathroom, even if it is obvious it doe sonly house a toilet. I feel akward saying toilet, it makes me feel like i have left the other appliances out. I then pushed my hair back, into what can only be descirbed as an Elvis style hair do, with a parting. I love my hair like this. I then washed my face, and decided i must blog. I wanted to blog about this, and i also wanted to actually write down what happened when i had a panic attack. I don't know why, the feeling had overcome me to finally talk about it. I will do this in about an hour, in a diffrent blog.
These 3 images, really hit me. I really relate to all of them. The first, although having no words, hit me the hardest. And i may get that tatoo when i am older, so i can always remember how long i just stared at it when i saw it. How i felt.
I love you all. :)
I love the pictures :)
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