broken constellation
Jing Xi. 19. Antique hoarder. Flower collector. Self-taught realist. Innate dreamer. "Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you secruity and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly." · 25 November 2011 · 27 November 2011 · 03 December 2011 · 05 December 2011 · 14 December 2011 · 23 December 2011 · 25 December 2011 · 25 January 2012 · 28 January 2012 · 03 February 2012 · 09 February 2012 · 19 February 2012 · 07 March 2012 · 13 March 2012 · 15 March 2012 · 21 March 2012 · 23 March 2012 · 05 April 2012 · 21 April 2012 · 02 June 2012 · 06 June 2012 · 05 July 2012 · 01 August 2012 · 08 September 2012 · 13 November 2012 · 06 December 2012 · 07 December 2012 · 11 December 2012 · 15 December 2012 · 17 December 2012 · 18 December 2012 · 23 December 2012 · 25 December 2012 · 26 December 2012 · 01 January 2013 · 13 February 2013 · 11 June 2013 · 27 November 2013 · 01 December 2013 · 02 December 2013 · 06 December 2013 · 10 January 2014 · 13 February 2014 · 23 February 2014 · 14 December 2015 · 02 January 2016 · 04 March 2016 · 04 June 2016 · 25 June 2016 · 29 June 2016 |
Diary Of A Wimpy Teen ~ The Prelude ~
..........."CLASS!!! Do my eyes deceive me, or is that really a piece of trash on the floor right over THERE!" our English teacher screeched, pointing her forefinger at a tiny piece of candy wrapper - BESIDE MY CHAIR!!! Nothing was ever unexpected in my school - I was given a terrible scolding, teased by my classmates once again, and was forced into cleaning every corner of the classroom; digging in nooks and crannies for minuscule pieces of filth. "OMG!!! This is the worst day of my entire life.....and things are about to get a whole lot worse," I thought. My mind began flooding with words - brutal tyrant, merciless dictator, wicked witch, barbaric monster, belligerent psychopath, serial killer, fun wrecker.......I had the sudden urge to scream them out one by one in her face. However, my conscience warned me not to. Breathe in...breathe out...Yes, if you were me, you'd have to learn how to BREATHE, and yes, welcome to the Labels: a little piece of adventure, no longer secrets, wimpi-ness |