I’m keeping to my list. I’ve been painting and writing and I feel that I’m piecing myself together again. I am meeting boy tomorrow and I hope he sees the changes because I’m scared about so many things but the present is not so bleak now.
#00001
Stop smoking
Read
Cut out bread, pasta and eventually all starch carbs
Go running at least once a week
Complete a-levels
Write every other day
Paint at least once a week
Write letters to pen pals monthly
Clean room weekly
Telephone/message acquaintances
Be a good girlfriend
Do not cry on results day
Save save save & budget budget budget
Speak in a different tongue
T R Y !
Today was incredibly hard but I think it’s for the best. I’m really glad I’ve lit the match to start burning my bridges but I just need to locate the confidence to watch everything burn.
Did You Know Memorial Day Was Started by Ex-Slaves?
One of the things that most black people know is that the public school system does a horrible job teaching black history. They will gladly tell you all the wonderful things that white people did and maybe even go back to Europe, but the contributions of African Americans are kept entirely on the backburner.
A fact that you should probably know is that African Americans are the reason that Memorial Day even exists in the first place. According to Professor David Blight of Yale University, the event began on May 1, 1865. A group of former slaves in Charleston, SC gave a proper burial to 257 Union soldiers who’d been put into a mass grave. [Continue reading at Black Blue Dog.]
This evening was delightful. I met Jordan briefly after not seeing him for over a year. (I miss you bud. We’ll catch up soon). I went to eat with boy and then we went to a cafe and eventually a pub where we danced a considerable amount. At the pub I met Hal who I also haven’t seen in over two years and she’s such a firecracker. I am spent and grateful for these small bursts of ultimate happiness.
I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
(61 plays)Nosaj Thing / Aquarium
I was in the poetry section ofWaterstones and was taking pictures of different stanzas and I actually started crying. I feel this is only acceptable in novels which is the height of irony considering I was in a book store.
The road less travelled by has too many foot tracks left behind, I’m starting to see the benefits in learning from its history. Same road, different destination.




