Always on fire.

I find it odd how a goal so simple can, at the same time, be such a difficult thing to achieve;

All I want is to be happy and love what I do.

And maybe, I want people to love what I do too.

Love, Morgs.

Run for your lives

Today was beautiful, I can't wait for the real spring!
Tonight/early tomorrow morning is Lightcasting Day, for anyone who knows what that is, where you're meant to envision all these wonderful things for yourself and light a candle and meditate on it so that you can hope to achieve good things in the coming month, I believe it coincides with the new moon... or something to that effect.

Tomorrow I have a day full of TAFE and I just hope it goes nicely.

I'm still reading Mary Shelley's Frankenstien and I very much hope to finish it before school work weighs me down.

Curse at 27 are wonderful.

Also, I've been reading about alchemy and the philosopher's stone, so interesting.

This is all just a lot of words and not much else.

Love, Morgs

P.S

I won't let this shit beat me, and I know it's wrong to use anger as a motivation but I'd like to be able to say 'Fuck You!' and ride off into the sunset.

So I will.


Love,
Morgs.

I think..

Spontaneity makes the world a better place.






Love,
Morgs.

I just want back in your head.

I need to remember how to be an individual. I seem to have forgotten how to function without all the other people around.

I sorely wish I had friends at TAFE because every day I dread going. I'm going to learn to isolate myself and make the most of what's in front of me. I never really thought I'd be lost in this respect but I am and it is awful.

Maybe I'm a bad person but I'm learning that being a door-mat is even worse.

Love always,
Morgan.

I think you're crazy.

I think I'M crazy.

I think, maybe, for some bizarre and convoluted reason, I want to get into theming and design for events, as in, I want to design a place for an event, I don't want to be stuck down with all the charts and timelines.
I DON'T KNOW WHY.

I want to see what comes my way but maybe I've found something I'm really, genuinely interested in like I used to be in the management side of events.

Or maybe I'm just being silly, I'm too fickle.


I don't knowwwwwwwwww.

Love, Morgs.

Somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got too cool.

I MISS SUMMER!

I said it. Something about today has just sent me into a severe summer craving... Maybe it was speaking to Betty about Summer '08 and maybe it was the lovely sunshine and breeze today.
I miss it so much.
I miss chucking on any old singlet and a pair of shorts and wandering to where ever I needed to get to.
I hate how people bustle about in winter.
I miss being able to fit so much more in because the sun doesn't sink until around 8 at night.
I miss the awesome summer-time parties.
I miss flowy clothes.
I miss beach days.
I miss great summer fruit.
I miss being able to laze around because 'it's too hot' to do anything at all.

BOOOOO.

COME BACK SUMMER PLZ.

Love, Morgs.