HarleyQuinn8484

Sometimes, life is not perfect as it may seem. Everything isn't always daisies and sunshine. Sometimes, we hurt. I let this out easily, crying the tears that need to be let out. I have done things I regret. I have said things I wish I had never said. So, I attempt to smile. So, I attempt to enjoy what I have. It succeeds after a long time, but until then, I will hurt and regret what I regret. To those I have hurt along the way: I am sorry. <3 I never meant to hurt anyone. I am more sorry than you will ever know. Please forgive me.

Sometimes, on a cold Wednesday morning, all I can think about is... well, it's cold. But that's the beautiful thing about a February morning. The cold chill fills the air around me, and I smile at the little jokes on the television, or just drift with the music on the radio, all the while, feeling my frozen toes. I stop a moment to wonder where my blanket is, and then think that maybe the dog has taken it to some far off corner to sleep in, or maybe one of my two cats has dragged it away to hide it from me out of spite. I let the cold air chill me even as the theme music of some old, black and white, long forgotten show plays on the televisio

sometimes, the most beautiful thing in the world is talking to your little sis on a Sunday afternoon. just sitting and talking about boys she's in class with, dolls she saw on TV, and videos she watched on YouTube can be a very fun and bonding experience. she and i sit for hours sometimes (that is, when we aren't quarreling) just talking about the latest gossip and which dresses should be worn to what events. other times, we sit quietly, comfortably eating little cookies i've made and cakes she's helped with and watch TV together, or a movie like ponyo or howl's moving castle. sometimes, the most beautiful thing in the world is talking to y