ღ Maltese/Aussie & a French last name.
ღ Keep it simple, or complicated. No halfway.
ღ Clay work, and sketching and painting ~
ღ Interior Designing- part of my creative flair
ღ Photography, I love the earth ♥
ღ Camping: In a tent. Screw wet weather.
ღ Cooking- I heart cinnamon & vanilla
ღ Chinese food or KFC ? Seafood-retchable
ღ Travel the world; laugh all you like. [If you have to dream, might aswell dream big]
stories.
i'm Cat by the way
I love writing stories, and reading as many books as possible.
I hang with lots of Asian friends at an all girl school. Fun being the only person with light brown hair and weird hazel eyes.
I am average height, but, being around my friends, I'm tall. Hopefully they'll grow.
I've had a life long dream to learn karate that I'll probably never do, and I have a over topped desire to one day,
when I'm old and have crooked fingers and frown lines, to see a book with my name on it,
to be lying in a dusty corner bookshop. I love reading, and can only hope my writing is half as good as the beautifully inspiring books I've read.
Don't stalk my archives.
I mean, not that I am usually not honest, but just to clarify it, here, in this meaningless little blip of space and time within one out of a billion, trillion little loopholes in the internet.
I am very, very stupid.
I suppose there was a stage at which I didn't know if I was smart or not, or didn't care - I still don't care. What matters is peace. Because peace = happiness = the ability to make others happy. And I guess somewhere in that equation, love fits in.
Love is.. trippy. Let's review the facts right now:
My friend is in love with me
I don't reciprocate the feelings
I'm in love with someone
That someone is younger than me
Which thus makes me a freak.
I just want to hate life and rage quit and die. But I can't. Suicide to me would mean going to hell, so... I need to try. And while I'm at it I need to make/help others try..
At this moment the only place I feel close to the idea of peace is when its night time, my window is open and all I can see when I look up is the stars. The longer I stare, the more appear, and all I can do is just get lost in the feeling of sensation. The scent of lavenders during the night, the sky, the tiny breeze, the taste of nothing at all and the sound of silence, crickets and distant traffic that I can pretend is coming from another world. I want out so badly..
I want to live somewhere far away from all this poison and just be surrounded by that peace I've only ever gotten a hint of. Don't get me wrong. There are also those moments I've had with people that tempt me to stay. Like seeing my best friend cry. Reaching out to my dog is only 100% overly excited just to see me get home. Having my first kiss. But the people are part of the poison. So I can't stay. One day I will find a place so very far away..
It's a lot to give up. But it's also a lot to get back.
It's unfortunate to think that I'll never find satisfaction all the same. But it might bring me closer to what will. Fingers crosssed,
