Classic_Fairy tales

Taylor Swift
Love Story

“We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes
And the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air

See the lights
See the party, the ball gowns
I see you make your way through the crowd
And say hello, little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you please don't go, and I said

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

So I sneak out to the garden to see you
We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew
So close your eyes
Escape this town for a little while

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
But you were everything to me
I was begging you please don't go and I said

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel
This love is difficult, but it's real
Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess
It's a love story baby just say yes
Oh oh

I got tired of waiting
Wondering if you were ever coming around
My faith in you is fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said

Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you but you never come
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

And said, marry me Juliet
You'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress
It's a love story baby just say yes"

Question: Has anyone ever seen a Fairy?

Word for...

... a Person that has finished University but has still not had the Graduation Ceremony -> [Insert Here]

I should have googled it, but too lazy!

Many tears, lows and Highs. 3 Years. I did it (on my own. Sometimes I wish I had been able to have shared it more with the many I love).

I did it for me. Sense of achievement.

And so... my Conflict carries on...

Edu_Ca_Tion?

Conflicted.

Today as I sit in my "working" chair I fully comprehend the "true" meaning of the word: Conflicted!

Today, as I will be sitting in a same what uncomfortable chair, in a cold and drafty hall with so many others, I will be sitting my last undergraduate academic exam. Three years of Education culminate today at exactly 2.30pm.

Conflicted: as I sit here and as I will be sitting later on, excited, a big part of me cries. I joy for accomplishing something so large on my own. I cry with fear of what awaits me.

Today I truly understand the meaning of Conflicted emotions. Officially graduation ceremonies are only in September, nevertheless today at precisely 4.30

I will scream out to this world: I made it. I am now a "Graduate".

Don’t pretend to care, she says crying. Looking towards him but somewhat through him she adds: Please. Don’t pretend to care when you don’t know how. It’s been nearly a month, time goes by somehow. Don’t say I crossed your mind it seems pointless right now. A few minutes of your day, how hard is it to say something, anything at all? Her eyes shining underneath the left-over light of day: I know it is my fault as much as it is my own problem when I still don’t seem to understand. You can’t care as you don’t know how. She looks deeply into his eyes and while he stands in silence she breaks down: I must surely let you go.

Rain... come on... rain

There is just something liberating about running…
just something daring about running
faster and faster...
running
towards those enormous dark and heavy clouds in the sky.
Faster and faster,
secretly wishing it will just f****** rain all over me.
Pour down and set me free.

"Am I too lost to be saved?"

Same days seem to be normal, people wake up and live their moments. Continuous events that make our lives what they are. Going about what needs to be done, satisfying essential necessities such as sleep and hunger. As the night unfolds tears develop throughout me. Four minutes to midnight and I cannot explain the sadness. As my skin feels dry passing the sleeve of my pyjama top, I feel a burning sensation. The salt in me, the bitterness of me hurts; a constant struggle with myself that is dampened down at intense moments of constant work. But when time slows down emotions that I don’t seem to understand awaken. I feel alone and I feel scared. I have grown up enough to know that all I need to do is sleep and tomorrow another day shall be. Calling it “masoquism”, sitting here, awakened, hurting. Three years, still I am hollow inside. Everyday that goes by I recall something different I have accomplished while being away. The decision to take this adventure to prove to be something worthy, for a better education for a better future.

What do we ultimately want from life? What makes me happy? Where do I see myself?

Tomorrow is another day. I cannot be down, I cannot afford to sit and cry. Tomorrow another day shall be, meanwhile tonight I feel scared and alone. No understanding just the way I feel.

“Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming”.