snippets of the way i overthink

"no one said it will be easy" A quote all too well known for so many of us yet still so underestimated. I'm going through something I would call 'tough' currently and the support i've had from people around me is amazing. Obviously people ask me how I am etc, but I can't really describe how i'm feeling myself, it all feels very complicated and foreign - but then again i've never really been good with words in the first place. I've always labelled myself as being quick and easy to open up to people, not usually afraid of what might go wrong cos I've always tried to take a positive outlook: this information could probably help people with their own situations and it will be better for me if I didn't bottle things up. Besides, telling people my own stories has always been my way of making conversations with people. However, more recently it's occurred how much can go wrong? Well for starters, a friend recently asked how I'm ...

Getting hooked on a series is one of the best and worst things - you'd know if you've been a series addict before too. Recently I finished watching the series Skins after about 2 months, which is a rather interesting one. I had a discussion with the friend who got me into it about why it's so good cos essentially it's just about teens who are going through sixth form and what they get up to, except it's really twisted and unrealistic at times since it's not very likely that someone who's 17 or 18 will have quite so much drama in their life, or more, that some of the characters don't appear to ever work yet still got good A level grades. Truthfully, I hated watching skins the first time but I forced myself through the first 2 episodes cos I heard how good it was but now that I've finished all the episodes, and all the extra side story episodes, I just feel very lost. I felt like I grew to know the characters and we were almost friends cos i'm ...

My dears, Tell me I'm not the only one who feels like the world thinks it's better to keep me out of the frame sometimes. I mean, as if it's not bad enough when your friends seem to turn their back on you, it just feels a whole lot worse when those people are your family (including an additional 4 people who we rent out rooms to) because: so you're supposed to feel safe and unconditionally loved in the comfort of your own home, right? But apparently even my own house isn't my safe place anymore. Tonight's post is most likely an overthinking post but nonetheless I still think and feel it. The difficulty tends to occur over dinner. Before they arrived I loved talking to my family and would get loads of words in. I shared tonnes about my day and so would my family cos other than that, I would lock myself up in my room whether to work or relax or whatever. However, things have changed, times have changed, situations have changed. I speak but people speak o...