Change of scenery

These girls are truly amazing: L-R: Tahlia, Me, Lucy and Caroline

Ms Mel and her untamed yet fabulous head of orange 

Yes yes typically party photo of mine 

Ms Birthday 

Spent my last Saturday night with these crazy folks. The 40 minutes drive from the boarding house to Boneo (oh yes, Boneo - the irony?) was well worth it. Ended up having such an amazing time, throwing myself into the music surrounded by great company.

See, I came on this blog to update thinking I'd have tons to talk about, but honestly, I'm pretty much stuck in a lovely lovely rut. My daily routine goes like this: school > gym > shower > dinner > prep > sleep. Weekends feel weird because I don't actually have a routine, and my delusion that I will study always result in me staying in bed with my blinds closed all day. But yes, exams are just right around the corner, literally a week a way, so I'm burying myself in school. Wish me luck guys, this exam accounts for 33% of my final score. Woop woop. 

To live in fantasy

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”


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Yet sometimes it's so easy to live in a hurt-free environment. Shielding yourself with a indifferent regard towards emotions and feelings. To float in the in between of caring too much and not caring at all. Why is it do hard to find that balance though?