Secrets.

Ever since we were young, we've been told that keeping secrets was a bad thing, that could hurt people's feelings when they find out.
For some reason, we never really listened. And discovered the hard way that they were right.
So, they cycle will definatly go on.
Secrets; they make you insecure, hurt, scared.
When you don't know the truth, he wish that you had a magic 8 ball that really worked.
Even if it hurt me, all i want is the truth, but with secrets; you don't know what to believe.

Women.

Occasionally us women get the feeling that we're silly for the thinks that we do for others; our significant others, their children, their family & friends, et cetera. We put up with crap from alot of people. It doesn't matter if you have a partner, children, et cetera; you will most likely be put through silly things.

We sometimes think;
"Why on Earth do i do this for them, what do i get in return?"
I don't know if you women get this feeling, but sometimes i feel stupid for putting up with it.

But you know what i've discovered?
It's not a bad thing to be silly.
The world is completely crazy, silly. And this should be seen as a good thing.

"Silly"="Putting up with a lot, but being strong enough to keep caring for yourself & your loved ones".

You should feel silly; be silly.

When you're walking for the bus, & see puddles with kids jumping in them?
Sometimes you feel like joining them.
Don't be ashamed to.
"Oh, look at that silly woman in the puddles!".
Are some of the remarks people will give you.
Who cares.

Bake some cupcakes with smiles; for yourself.
Do silly dances to Lady Gaga.
Get my point?

Toodles;
xo

On a slightly, sadder note.

This isn't a song, nor is it a poem, it's a letter that i wrote for my grandmother, & i didn't write it in sadness. Don't "pick" on my writing skills.

If only they hadn't lied,
I would have had the chance,
To say Goodbye,
So here it is,
The best that i could ever give.

You broke a promise,
And i don't mind,
Even when you said that you'd be home tonight.

I took a deep breath,
Standing over your grave,
Typical as it was raining,
No sun shining through for you.

No disrespect, i swear i'm not hurt.
That day, i knew that it was coming, then it arrived.
Never will i get over you,
Some nights i still cry,
But moving on doesn't mean,
You have to forget.

I wish you could see me now.



Thanks for reading, Tata, xoxo
Freyja.

Another Day in the Life Of Freyja.

Mmmm, i worked today, but i didn't get payed because i got paid in advance last week.

Take note; NEVER GET PAID IN ADVANCE! It sucks, becuase you have a shadow over you saying "you have to do hard work for nothing, sooner or later"hahahaa;
but i did get yummy noodles today, and say the cutest girl in mum's store dancing.

OH, and to add another kind of crappy thing! :D
i went to diabolik to get an 8mm taper, i thought thats what i needed.
so i bought it, didnt look at it, got to marketown w/ ang,
then realised it was a 9mm that i needed.

i already had a stupid 8mm!

hahahaha, geez, that was a good vent.

Thanks, Tata, xo

Freyja

English Class Boredom.

I was in english,
we were watching romeo & juliet, & it started raining.
So i got pretty deep, hahhaa.
& wrote this, for a boy.
It's shit, but whatever.

The rain came,It reminded me of your eyes,
Those days,
When i ran through the rain drops,
Just to see you.
Now tear drops fall,
And i just can't forget it.

Look at what i have become,

But you won't ever know.
You left unnannounced,
No goodbyes were exchanged,
Dreams of what we never were.
I'd die to know,
You still remember me.