You lay on the bed watching me as I was getting changed.
I was dressed only in a bra and your Long Johns. 
I looked up, and saw you smiling at me.
"What?" I said, biting my lip. And you replied,
"I was just looking at you, standing there, and even in my Long Johns you look kinda beautiful."

Chapters of the Mind.

My stomach clenches
tight as a knot
and for a second I struggle to breathe.
Wet sleeves,
tired eyes,
weary mind.


If you can't attach importance to happiness then I serve no purpose, and therefore am useless.


I have never wanted these two things more
and it's not even for me but I hope to be there.
I'll tell everyone I was right and that it had to happen someday.


You're so beautifully deep,
but so deep that the light can't reach the bottom
and the darkness is dangerous.


I am a cliché, and I believe in all the ideals.
They happen and they are fun.


I am acutely aware.
I am watching.
I am feeling.


It worries me that every moment is so fragile but I intend to keep them.
It feels like I'm walking towards the end of the world and I might just fall off.


I suppose the only thing to do is go with it and see what happens, and capture the sunlight amongst the rain.

Anagram.

Home: is it him; you? 
Such torn sky but I've long got air.


has exactly the same letters as:


I love you so much, I think my heart is going to burst.

I think.

I think I have nothing that interesting to say, and that you'll get bored of me.

I think I'm too angry, and that you'll resent me.

I think I'm too anxious, and you'll grow tired of my worrying.

I think I'm too stupid, and one day you'll realise that I'm inferior to you.

The Cutest Quote.

The Photography Postsecret Project - please take a look.

Two years ago when I lived in America I posted a message on the PostSecret Myspace page, asking for help on a project I wanted to do, which was to illustrate people's secrets with my own photography. Within two weeks I had received over 150 text messages from people all over America. Until now I haven't had time to start this project, but here it is in the making. All images are subject to copyright© Sarah Frances Young


It would be wonderful if people could look at my photography work. These are secrets from recently, and from America.

http://thepostsecretproject.blogspot.com/

Today.

Today I feel confused
overwhelmed
tangled
sullen
trapped
uncomfortable
nervous


and I don't know why.


I just want to lie in bed, all day, and not do anything.
I'm biting my nails and biting my lip.
Wringing my hands. 


My mind is eating itself up.
Jaw clenching.
Flash of anger.
Confusion again.
My thoughts are chasing each other through my head so fast that I can't catch hold of even one of them.


I'm drawing a blank.
Time to force myself up and out.