Who I am.

insight eighty i can't even deny it. i am obsessed with you. it's like a wave of emotion has washed over me, and i see how much i have fallen for you, how much i have fallen flat on my face for you. im obsessed with the way you look at me when i smile, your eyes dead set on my lips as i tease you. im obsessed with the way you hold me tight, and wrap your arms around me, keeping me close. im obsessed with your face when you're resting, sleeping so pure and precious. im obsessed with your touch and your hands tracing on my back, your fingertips so light and smooth. im obsessed with your laugh when i say something stupid, sighing in disappointment but still smiling in love. im obsessed with the way you make me feel and the support you give me, holding me and letting me ramble about everything in my head, not wavering when my voices cracks in near-set tears. im obsessed with everything you : your life, your family, your hobbies, your dislikes - i want to know it all and more....

insight seventynine A few small poems recovered from the notes in my phone -  jumper a burgundy hood hides my messy hair ties ravelled within it the sleeves too long for my arms like little mittens covering my hands just my finger tips showing proud deeper into the woven material is a boy a tall handsome man with a piercing smile bright eyes and a smart mind he being one of few things i hold close to my heart and by close i mean within it a boy who fought to be there a scent of him throws me off tracks my mind wishing it to be a hug from his long arms fitting into these long sleeves - wrapping them around me a smell that i cant unrecognize  subtle reminding of who i have near smiling before the glazed surface my rosy cheeks staring back at me hiding the lines from smiles around my mouth with the oversized phenomenon that is this jacket this hoodie that represents so much more than just warmth also him, and love, and happ...

insight seventyeight a bit of a different account today -  i wrote a report on racism and material deprivation and how it influences the education of ethnic minorities.  i thought it pretty good, and interesting. enjoy :)) Rights or racism? Are we subconsciously excluding ethnic minorities? Well the answer is simply yes! All research points to the mind-set of a discriminative society that segregates ethnic minorities potentially without even realising it. But is it a shock? Not necessarily. Seeing political battles and hate crimes on the news each day makes us immune and almost blind to the severity of worldwide racism and negative judgement that disrupts ethnic minorities’ lives on a daily basis. A shocking unseen divide between races in society is uncovered within the accommodation and living conditions of these ethnic minorities. According to Guy Palmer (2012), almost ½ of all ethnic minority children live in low income households, as against ¼ o...

insight seventyseven you know its back when you type that fully explained message for all the reasons you aren't okay, but delete it and simply type 'im fine', even though you drop you phone and cover you mouth to silence the crying that occurs seconds after you press send. you know its back when you notice yourself distancing your time away from friends and family, snapping back and closing off those walls you tried to so hard to reopen. you know its back when you cant sleep, eat or do anything besides procrastinate and waste your time on things that will never matter. you know its back when you want to scream everything from the top of your lungs but you don't have the energy to. you know its back when you worry about every individual action you take and constantly feel apologetic for being ever so slightly wrong. i don't want to ruin this, i don't want to ruin us, i don't want to ruin me. but i know its back when i just need that one person to wrap t...

insight seventysix 8th of September 2018 - s a quick note after an evening of   smiles  :) His fingertips trace my back, inch by inch of my bare skin, as if I let him touch the real mortal soul of mine. breathing close, heartbeats pulse again my chest, a steady rhythm of existence pleasing my every sense, pleasing my smile even brighter to know he's right there beside me. my hand glides over his back, the dip of his spine creating a river to trail down, a slow dance of intimacy and enjoyment. eyes closing again, I lay my head upon his shoulder and smile at our hours in the night spent lying together in a place that curls around me and holds me tight, a place I call home.  - - - he stands taller than me, peaking around my hair as I adjust my clothing, ready to leave for a lonely bed. he smiles and talks of sweet nothings about me, making me smile and feel utterly melted by his adoration and adorable serious tone. turning to face him, he pulls his hand to my cheek an...

insight seventyfive a emotional note  it's the little things, building up into a pile on unnecessary darkness that sits in my head, waiting for one small this to make it all collapse as tears down my face. whether it the physical sickness or disappointment when looking in the mirror, or not being good enough at my job. the need to pause time and focus on the things I want to achieve but haven't the time with life flowing too fast. the slight of comment or laughed joke that maybe hits a nerve or dives into a place I don't wish to reenter. i'm tired of being the person I am, having certain things happen the way they do, experiencing things I don't want to remember. my memory and mind is a blessing, a curse and a prison all at the same time. but right now, it's hell.

insight seventyfour prom day - 22/6/18 from sleeping till wake, my mind occupies the thoughts about prom, all those hours away but yet the excitement brews within me already. stretching off the interrupted slumber, busy feet rush around awaiting the school buses for their fresh souls to be taken upon. slowly i pull myself out of bed, wishing for a burst of energy but confronted by a chaotic day of getting ready for that final school gathering for all eternity - a slightly unsettling feeling. mixed emotions stare me in the face as i attempt to save my skin with cleansers and moisturisers in which do nothing to hide the grey circles around my blue eyes. throwing on some old tattered clothes, i eat as little as possible to aid a flatter stomach in my beautiful pink dress, a princess's gown awaiting my presence. sitting for hours in a small room filled with acrylic smells and organised shelves, i converse about my life like she is interested, a warm comforting feeling arising ...