Oh if my voice could reach back through the past, I'd whisper in your ear, Oh darling I wish you were here.

Monday, 11 January 2010

i was the forgotten child.

i had a speaking workshop at school today and at first i was like oh god i can't speak i have this tendency to use filler words such as like almost 50 times every sentence. Yet when I came up with a topic and wrote a script it was fine. The main scary part was standing up to the 30 people listening and delivering it my body was shaking and I could barely speak yet I managed somehow.
I remember the first time i met him, he told me everything would be ok, he would try and make it right again after all he was my doctor why would he lie, so why was i still waking up in the night screaming and why was i only skin and bones? 
my speech introduction

I also have almost finished sticking millions of photos and memories on my wall like a huge  collage I guess, the wall is almost full I just need some more photos and to buy some more magazines.


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