So will this be jus’ thoughts flyin’ on the page?
Today I’ve sent a text to a competition. I can’t help but thinkin’ I’m not going to win it, but… I just wish someone would say it’s a good text. And nobody can read it around here, cause it’s not in English… Hey… HEYYYYYYYYY…
See I take pride in what I write, because, well not necessarily here but, mostly I try and make it perfect. I try and write it as good as I can, and modify it a thousand times, so when I read it the last time I say: This is a good text. Not excellent, because I ain’t got sufficient skills nor culture, but good. And again that’s why I once stopped writing. Because I kept on checking everything a thousand times. Anyhew (well I’ve learnt it’s anywho, but I’ll still say anyhew, so there)…
I want someone to say my text is good. 
Well anyway, the prize is two tickets to London and I’m gonna find out that I didn’t win them on uhm, uhm… On the 17th of April I think. So there ya go.
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I keep on struggling in a vicious cycle I allowed myself to be drawn in. It’s been happening for ages and I know it’s in my ability to stop it, but I have somehow reached the point where I have other priorities. Which is quite awkward as my life should be my first priority.
And I so wish I could take my own advice, but hey… I just keep going. And I was 15 just yesterday. LOL Yeah. Jus’ yesterday.
And it all became so low that I just hope I’ll survive enough to quit on my addictions. How lame is that?
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I need a planner which can grab my ass and make me do whatever I planned to do.
Whenever I have a memento set on my phone, I just hit the “ok” button and continue doing whatever it is that I’m doing.
I admire Britton. I wish my life was in such order.
I keep on making all sorts of lists and plans and then get caught in mundane activities such as eating and drinking and don’t do a thing.
Hello. My name is Liz and I’m an escapist. Hello Liz.
I yearn for order and control, yet all I do is plan and never get to action. “A little less conversation, a little more action please” as Elvis would put it.
I’ve been planning for years. And, see… Even if I do accomplish some things, I don’t feel satisfied, nor feel like I’ve accomplished something. I’m an extremist. It’s all or nothing for me. No road in between. Although I do sometimes get caught up in some huge mind distraction which sort of numbs everything else out and when I accomplish it, I feel like the world is mine.
How strange. How lame. How me. Well I ain’t really lame. Actually I’m pretty cool, well when I’m in shape. And no, not physical shape. Just shape. But right now I’m not in shape. I’m just blabbing, obviously.
Boy, if I get those tickets to England… I dunno what I’ll do. Would probably jump with joy. 
I crave…
I crave for England, I crave for pool, I crave for sunny afternoons. I crave for quietness and… Jeez… I think that’s about it. 
END OF RANT
No pictures included.
No pictures included? No win included.
You should’ve add at least one picture with you and a Buckingham Palace guardian naked, making true luv.