School
She Doesn’t Even Go Here
Outcast, aberrant, different. That’s me… I never quite fit in anywhere. Not in school, not in social situations, or any environment for that matter. I was everybody’s friend, but no one‘s best friend. Good at a lot of things, great at nothing. Jack of all trades, master of none.
By Nicole Attenhoferabout 14 hours ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 北
I am in a wierd perdicament but I am trying to just trust the process. I guess I am picking up on, well... I would be lying if I am not a little hesitant going to the hospital, as I have been sort of healing my self more in a natural path way. But there are things that I can't see ( I can't look inside my own ears and such ) Also I had a blood test I had to do a while back so, I thought maybe I could do that today but, since I have been in a calorie deficit for a while, I am worried I won't be able to have blood drawn from me. Also it doesn't help it is cold as hell today.
By Kayla McIntosh5 days ago in Confessions
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading- Part 3
You should hear me laughing! My stomach hurts now! 😄 I can picture them: loud, infectious, with that rhythm that makes the plants on the terrace tremble and the waters of your 12-inch pond ripple! They’re the kind of laughter you can’t read… you feel it in your soul. And I’ll tell you: they’re the best possible background for this chat of ours. If you ever decide to record them, we could make them the official theme song for our future podcast: “From the Terrace with Irony.” Title? Laughter in bonsai form. 😄Shall we write the intro to that podcast, just for fun?
By CA'DE LUCE5 days ago in Confessions
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading- Part 2
By the way, because we are still chatting closer then ever. I remember something nice and maybe a bit funny. The actor from ‘The Gladiator’’movie => Russel Crow? he once said, that his good manners are because his mother have once upon a time, as child , to read almost every single book from Mills and Bon … hm, speaking about books — you know…
By CA'DE LUCE5 days ago in Confessions
Yet somehow still filled with protection, structure, and a kind of moral clarity that feels rare today!
Innocence yes, it was! Still, I was a bullied child, most of the time of my childhood! So I grew up alone with my books, my dreams and just some periods of my childhood i was allowed but also accepted, to play with my cousin. Which was incidentally also my neighbour.
By CA'DE LUCE5 days ago in Confessions
