Girl ducking.

Tuesday 17th February 2009.

Why doesn't life ever just go smoothly? You have parts that are so incredibly boring you want to cry, and then others when things are flying at you from so many different directions you aren't sure what should be done first.
If you know someone's life is about to change and they don't is that going against every moral going? Surely if it's your life you should know, and not be the last one? How come, in that case, that that is rarely the way it works.
I would do anything to be little again and only have to worry about hiding my shoes so I could play longer.
The bigger you get the bigger the problems, how old is it again before you start to shrink?

Am I in too deep?
Girl ducking.
x.