Sixty-six percent.

Oh loves, the end is in sight.
Two exams down, one to go.
Eleven days until I visit Cinamon Brown's continent.
I will play in the sunshine, soon.
Sweet Haze featured me in her blog.
I can't express how much this means to me, how much this community, and all of you mean to me.
It's all just magical. I love looking at all the different countries represented by my readers, imagine how my life would be different if I lived nearer to you all; but then it wouldn't be so magical, would it?

I wanted to smile again, I wanted to live. I wanted to dance again; sing my own songs, without you telling me that I got it all wrong.

I'm better off alone, but now I'm better, I want you back.
He trapped me, stunted my growth, but he did it with the best of intention.
I'm a girl who wants too much, who always wants what she doesn't have and then gets too complacent with it all; doesn't appreciate it. I get bored too easily.
I also have no idea what I want; what's real and what's make believe.
Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collection's complete? Wouldn't you think, I'm the girl, the girl who has everything?

<3 Thanks for being here.


If those of you of the praying persuasion could pray for my friend and his fiance, C, that would be greatly appreciated. C's been in hospital for 3 months now, and was meant to be getting an operation tomorrow to help her stomach learn to eat again but she's taken a turn for the worst and it won't be able to go ahead. She had a seizure-like episode, keeps passing out, and has no feeling down one side. They hope it's just a reaction to new medication but they don't know. Her and my friend got engaged in February and since then she's only been out of hospital for a week. He's so scared. She needs the operation to get better, but she's too weak to have it; she's going back on the waiting list now but it could be months before she gets another slot. He's trying to stay positive but there's just so much uncertainty.