Girl on the move.

Friday 14th November 2008.

A day I'm sure will stick in my mind for a long time yet.
We're always moaning that there's never a moment's peace, and it's true - in a lot of cases. However why moan about it? This is our only chance at life, and along with life comes living. Sitting at home watching the telly with nothing on your mind isn't exactly the most excitement of living if you ask me.
To live you have to go through the hardship to come out on top and enjoy the jubilation at the end of it sometimes. We seen to only recognise the heights as the wonderous of life, but you'll realise that the lows actually decipher a lot of your life, and they're what make the highs so exceptional.
We can go through our years collecting this and that, but all it really narrows down to is things. Instead we should focus on living. Not just sitting down for five minutes, because in those five minutes you could have lived a little more.
I've just seen the contents of my life in bags and boxes laid out before me. Some provoke a few memories, but a lot of it... it's just there for decoration. They're not necessary.

Why does she ask to speak to me now? For the last five years I've been told to keep out of the way because it's their argument not mine.
When will she learn that things don't always go her way. It's not particularly our way either. It's simple the way.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Girl on the move.
x.