• Anna-bell commented on the post, optimism 8 years, 9 months ago

    Optimism is an illusion. Your mind creates it when you’re happy. It’s false hope.
    It’s the greatest gift. Hope; happiness.

  • Anna-bell commented on the post, believer 8 years, 9 months ago

    I guess that I’m just optimistic, idealistic. Anything but realistic, really. I guess you could call me a believer. That isn’t so bad, though. Why not believe if it makes you happy? Fuck it. Santa Clause exists.

  • Anna-bell commented on the post, transport 8 years, 9 months ago

    I wish that I could just leave. I wish that I could come and go as I pleased. I wish it all way that easy. I’d just yell “transport” and I would be there.

  • Anna-bell commented on the post, copper 8 years, 9 months ago

    Copper wire twisted round and round. I don’t even know its purpose. I was never good at these science experiments. I’ll just sit and fiddle and hope I’m cute. It usually gets an A.

  • Anna-bell commented on the post, diagram 8 years, 9 months ago

    I stare at words and pictures that are supposed to tell me about those words. I don’t understand. Diagrams don’t tell me anything. I need to know what’s happening outside my window. Not in there colorful boxes of information.

  • Anna-bell commented on the post, closed 8 years, 9 months ago

    We look around. Look for anything. An opportunity. A new life. We’ll take anything we can get, but it appears that all the doors are closed. There are no opportunities for us here.

  • Anna-bell commented on the post, affection 8 years, 10 months ago

    Affection is neither a gift, nor is it earned. It is not respect. It is uncontrollable. We have affection for some and not others. No one deserves it, they just give and receive.

  • Words spill out of my mouth. They make no sense. That wasn’t even a sentence. I don’t know what to say. I say nothing. I look up. I see his eyes.
    Everything is understood.
    That’s all we want – to be understood.

  • Anna-bell commented on the post, flakes 8 years, 10 months ago

    Flakes fall from the sky. They are white. Oh, I did want a white Christmas. It’s been long, sombre years. All I wanted was a white, happy Christmas.
    It smells so odd. The smell is suffocating. How dreadful are these flakes.

  • Anna-bell commented on the post, habit 8 years, 10 months ago

    We all form habits when we are young. Habits that will stick with us forever. We have no control over that. They follow us around – good or bad. They do not break. Hearts and spirits and tea cups break, but habits do not. So we do our best to make ones we would not […]