Freedom, the power to behave as one wants.

Freedom, yes, I believe that is the colossal sensation I feel curdling up inside of me. Freedom, certainly not the most commonly utilized abstract noun within my personal dictionary. However right now, right now I feel I may have come to terms with the expression itself, so much so I might just be understanding how to give life to the term, to live ‘freedom’ within myself. 

Something happened today, something so small to some that it may be forgotten, but to me, it particularly had an impact. I was lending a helping hand at school, selling the  newly designed uniform to our juniors, when I learnt exactly what the new uniform was. Our school are selling skirts and trousers for both boys and girls. Forget gender stereotypes, our school, though only small, is making a difference to society. Just one small step portraying equal rights across genders, is another closer step towards freedom. And that truly put a smile on my face. 

Today really made me contemplate my life, and the decisions I make. This evening I chose to watch the movie ‘The Perks of being a Wallflower’. What an incredible story to tell. Truly, I have never felt so emotionally attached to a film, or more inspired. Freedom can take us anywhere, wherever we want to be, where we want our journey to take us, it will, because the motion of freedom gives us the power to behave however the heck we want.

Sprinkle glitter on the bland.

xox D 


Cold friends are old friends.

Betrayal, something I appear to know too much about, considering I’ve experienced the matter a billion times by fake humans, fake friends. No, friends should be loyal, am I right? Sadly I must admit I’ve only ever had 1 loyal creature in my very existence, my best friend, however it’s not all bad; because I’ve got the bloody most bewildering chum of human kind. 

I’ve had the chance to contemplate much of my time recently, since having more than a number of arguments with more than a number of my alleged ‘friends’, and tonight having a rather useful conversation with my sister, apologies truly mean nothing if used for the same reasoning over and over. I’ve been betrayed, forgotten, pushed away… but I’m done. I’m over the people who feel like that is ok, to hurt, judge, embarrass, or loose a friend, for what, to prove a point? That’s just hideous.

I would most definitely class myself as a forgiving person, as seen with experience, but I refuse to be a push over, I need to stick up for myself, keep my standards high, and my head held higher. I may still be young, but I know my right from wrong, and I certainly know what I deserve. I’ve made a pact, that I’m to drop those who’ve dropped me, forget the past, ignore others judgements and disagreements, and to do this for myself, go my own way, make my own bridges to fall from, and be true to who I am, whoever that may be.

I’m not perfect, I am far from perfect, but I don’t want to be, mistakes are to be made for a reason, to improve upon, and to learn from, but I’m not here to make the same mistakes again.

Sprinkle glitter on the bland x