So today was a fucking fun day. I got the lowest grade I have ever gotten in English. And guess what it counts for almost quarter of my grade.

Have you ever had a moment even your life when you realise everything your thought was something else. That’s what happened today. I don’t know what I want to do with my life, I want to write and write but apparently I can’t even do that right.

Your probably thinking that’s its dumb to get so upset about this but for me it isn’t. This was the moment that I saw that the one thing I thought I could do, I couldn’t.
Everyone has one thing going for them well not me.

What’s annoying is that people say “oh my god I tried so hard”, and they are upset when they get a higher grade and they know they are talking shit- because they didn’t try. My teacher even went around to everyone and explained to them why they did wrong- you know what I got? A fucking paragraph I couldn’t even bring myself to read.

It’s ironic, isn’t it? I’m talking about how crap I am at writing but I’m expressing it through writing. Well, my words are even failing me now.


“What strange creatures brothers are!”
— Jane Austen

Let him flaunt his youth,
Whilst he still has it,
Let him smile,
Whilst he still has reason,
Let him fight,
Whilst he still can,
Let him be vain,
Whist he still wants to be.

He may get laughed,
He may upset a few,
But just do it,
Before its too late,
And they just become regrets.

I have a brother and sometimes I really want to punch him however other times he really inspires me and makes me feel glad to have him as my brother.

I was just thinking today when do we ever get a chance to think, “wow I have a pretty good life”.I’ve got a pretty amazing brother and I never want him to change (okay, maybe a little bit).
Honestly, I’m truly thankful for him.

If he is passionate about something he will go out and to it, to an extreme. If he’s not then he’s not going to waste his time. I love his determination and willpower. This truly inspires me.

I may call you names and we will fight, and even if I never really say this to you, well I’m saying it here.

I love you, bro. And I really mean this, don’t ever change, you’re already extraordinary and destined for greatness.

Comment below how many siblings you have and what you love about them. Tell me about the people who make you sentimental, I’ll love to read it ^_^


The girl loved and loved and loved. Only to get crushed. Over and over again. Just because the girl loved, didn’t mean people returned it. The worst thing is when someone you love betrays that love. The girl experienced this more times anyone should in a lifetime. Through all this love, she lost something far more important- her own happiness

So, she stopped. Just like that, she stopped. She had fallen and been broken. Now she was shattered. She couldn’t allow herself to trust, she built walls. Unbreakable walls. She wasn’t happy, she wanted to love she felt nothing and only made her more sad.
The funny thing is is when you stop caring for so long then you don’t have to try, you just can’t. It was harder to care than not to care.

These walls were projections of what went wrong, what she was scared of. These unbreakable walls could be torn by only one person, the very same person who created them.

She loved a boy. This boy was like any other. He loved himself a little bit too much, lived frivolously and thought too much of what others thought. They were young and in love. They shared the experiences young love tend to. He gave her her first kiss and she gave him a reason. They were happy but the boy thought of others before himself.
“She’s nothing special. I don’t know, because she’s not that pretty I thought she would have a bit more substance than the other girls but she proved me wrong. We had a good run.” These were the exact words she heard him say about her. She overheard the boy talking and she knew it was punishment for loving too easily and falling too hard. I don’t question the boys love for her because it could be a facade but he still said it and he lost her.
The worst thing was the girl felt nothing. She wasn’t sad because she didn’t break these walls. Her world was bigger than this but she didn’t allow herself to experience it, or anything. These walls well they were what frightened her even more.

And who is this narrator telling this story? That’s a story in itself.

We met on the train. She was sitting in the corner, looking out the window. In a world of her own, so distant from me or anyone else for that matter.

This amazed me. I asked her “where are you going”. She looked at me, and calmly said, “anywhere”. This just made me smile. “What if I gave you reason to go somewhere?”
“Well it’s got to be a pretty good reason.” She looked down and smiled, she smiled a hurt smile.

I gave her my number, so it was up to her, a decision which would ultimately affected her whole life.

She did call and we spoke long enough to arrange a date.
I remember many dates, the red dress, the skinny jeans and top, the makeup, the hats, the gloves but not scarves, she hated scarves. I remember snow. I remember the seasons changing. I remember the laughs, the tears. I remember the good times and bad times. I remember her slowly breaking the walls down.
We loved, we fell but we didn’t break.

I gave her the best gift that winter. I gave her her happy ending because January 4th that year we stood at the alter.

You see nothing beats your first love. Except one thing and that’s growing old with your true love.

Hope you enjoyed this. Comment below and tell me what you think 😛

I Hate Hollywood

“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

Hello fellow randoms,
Warning: I’m kind of going to rant.
Hollywood or film makers, whatever, need to come up with new ideas. They need to come up with their own instead of ruining all my favourite best books. Lets all be honest, they practically ruined twilight, the books were great. The only movie that was good was the last one, the rest sucked. Also it started of this whole weird vampire/werewolf obsession and millions of other fantasy rip offs.

Hunger games- ruined. There were them stupid girls making teams for Peeta and Gale. Like wth?! That was done for twilight and mainly done for the actors (ahem Taylor Lautner). No, you ruined hunger games- not as bad as twilight but still.

They are making a city of bones movie. I watched the trailer and was not impressed so I sure hope the movie is better than the trailer. Otherwise they ruined another great book.

Another book I love is divergent, I read that in like a day and I absolutely love it. Guess what?! There is a divergent film- whoop de freaking doo. Don’t ruin it this time. There is already a hype starting and I hate it. People putting themselves into the groups, when it comes out people are probably going to be like “I’m so bad. I’m dauntless- I’m cool”. Well no. I hate hypes, I refuse to be part of them.

Thinking of making Delirium a film as well. Don’t mess up!

I honestly wouldn’t mind as long as they don’t f*ck them up all the time. If you’re going to make them, do it right.

Comment below and tell me what you think. Feel free to disagree too, if you like when books are made into movies or if you think film makers don’t mess it up. I’d love to hear it 🙂 thanks for reading.