Thursday, May 13, 2010


Sometimes I feel underappreciated. Sometimes I feel like I just want to leave and find a far away land where no one knows who I am. Sometimes I like to not wear pants. Sometimes I like to eat only chocolate. Sometimes I feel like crying for no reason in particular. Sometimes I feel really happy because of the littlest things, and its great. Sometimes I come up with the most brilliant ideas, but then when I try and act on them they just disappear and I feel like a fool. Sometimes those ideas work out. Sometimes I like to paint on bread. Sometimes I want to walk into my woods and explore them. Sometimes I get really scared. Sometimes I feel like no one really likes me. Sometimes I run out of things to say.


  1. I feel exactly the same way.
    Well said.

  2. oh you paint bread Lizzie?

  3. ^^ Okay, so maybe I don't paint on bread but I do enough other quirky things that are similar in absurdity.

    The writing on the brick wall of my project is supposed to read as 'Lone star' like a pretend gang name or whatever that also represents how a homeless person feels. No worried if you couldn't read it. Several of my classmates were struggling with it too. Thus, I'll probably fix it so you can tell the 'n' is an 'n' and not a 'v'.

    haha, I'm sorry about the school thing. Maybe the time will fly by? :]