Except for a brief moment yesterday when “Donald Trump” decided to be a complete shit, I’ve been feeling really positive lately. It’s a bit weird,
I was an avid reader from a young age, gobbling up works by Jackie French, Enid Blyton, John Marsden and Bryce Courtney like peanut m&ms.
It took 20 minutes to descend from 35,000 ft to the earths surface below me and less than 20 seconds to plummet from the 18th
So, I’ve been hiding from the world for a little while now, I crashed into self-pity and depression, logged out of social media, turned off
Happiness is something that happens within conscious thought, happiness is an emotion just like sadness. It is something we have the ability to feel even
We have each written our own pasts, characters have come and gone around us, influencing us, filling our saga with epic twists and turns sometimes