ramblingqueue

Do you ever just reach a point where every single little thing that could go wrong, is going wrong? And all you want to do is cry, but you can’t, there’s people around. It’s the wrong moment to get all teary-eyed, so you hold it in. And then more things go wrong, but you still can’t release it. You pack in all those tears, all those feelings until your chest feels like it’s going to explode. And finally, when you can be alone at last, when you can finally let it all loose, the tears won’t come. And that makes you even more miserable.

365 Day Challenge: Day 195

Day 195: have you ever had braces/will you ever need braces?

Had them as a kid, probably could use them again.

Funny story- before I got braces, they had to stretch out my mouth. So, they put this clamp on the roof of my mouth, and I had to wear it all the time, and turn it with a little key every few days, so my mouth would be large enough to fit all my teeth in. Yup, that’s when I first became a masochist (*and a sadist, as I would go around and do this in front of people I didn’t like, whilst screaming in pain and watching their expressions get more and more horrified. It was lovely).

Snippet from my novel. I particularly liked this bit. The full quote goes as follows:

“Sometimes, it’s the greatest feeling in the world to break something. To shatter it into so many pieces you don’t even know how to begin to repair it. It can be quite satisfying. I wondered if that was how Thane felt now. Was he satisfied? Is that why he broke me? Because everything in him had been building and building until he had to break something, and I just happened to be caught in the crossfire?”

I’m quite pleased with it. So instead of making more revisions, I made a lovely picture from it. Yay me.

365 Day Challenge: Day 10

Day 10: what you think when you hear the words “be yourself”

I wonder who I am. Then I remember. I’m the quiet girl who fades into the wallpaper. I am the listener, the watcher, the one who makes sure that everyone else is okay first. I am the storyteller, the one who records peoples lives for pleasure. Every happy moment, every heartbreak, it’s all in my head. That’s what it means to be myself.