i want to travel SO badly. and so badly is seriously an understatement.
im bored with life. yet i literally have not spent one day or night at home this past week.
so why am i so discontent?
can't something exceptionally interesting just happen already?
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
I came across this little spiel on another blog, and i couldn't help but laugh at how much it sounded like me, both as a child who was alone for 6 years, and me now, and yes i agree our childhood traits to explain our adult behaviour, so enjoy loverrs :)
"When I was little I was obsessed with Barbies. The game went something like this.
My favourite Barbie (a limited edition Levi's Barbie from the states), A Ken with a shave-able beard, Mobile telephone Stacey, a Gymnastics Skipper and a Nursery Kellie.
They lived in a 2 storey pink Victorian Dream house with an electric elevator, a door bell and a massive fold out balcony. Daily activities included, going to my Barbie supermarket, my Barbie hair salon, my Barbie day care or my Barbie Stables (where my horse Nibbles lived). We would travel there in either my convertible, picnic wagon, horse trailer or camper van. I also hold a Barbie "Fold n Fun" House and a travel house that turned into a suitcase on wheels with a pull along handle that accompanied me on family holidays.
I had similar childhood obsessions with polly pockets, the litttlest pet shop and my little pony.
Now I would often have friends come over and want to play with my Barbie's with me and I wouldn't want them to. I had a particular way of playing and my game had a particular continuing storyline that I couldn't just have anyone come in and fuck with. True here we see the beginings of an obsessive compulsive control freak, but we also see someone who is creative, imaginative and capable of entertaining herself and enjoying her own company. I think I am still this little girl. Its not like I don't enjoy company, its not like I don't have alot of friends, but if someone isn't prepared to play the game my way I am content to go it alone. Being an only child until the age of 6 has taught me alot, I am rarely bored, and I would always choose to be individual and alone than conform to the majority simply for company."
This is a journal documenting the musings, ramblings, and advice of three coquettish girls with a potentially unhealthy obsession with shoes, clothes and cocktail rings. Hardly experts at fashion; simply girls who immerse themselves in it. It is here where they present their take on fashion, their dreams and their aspirations, hoping to inspire in some way or another