At the bloom of my age
I lie on the verge of a page

A page that’s not been turned
But has seen the test of time.
Reader, constantly distracted.
Reader, repeating.

A failed blossom,
Inverted metamorphosis.

A leaf that clings, but is not willing,
The tree of giving having died in Summer.

The fountain of youth has been polluted,
Marred forever and never achanging.

Me: Ugh, I feel terrible today.
Mum: Is it that you want a boyfriend?

 
Way to make me feel better, mum.

When I was twelve years old, approximately five and a half years ago, I remember promising myself that by the age of sixteen I would have 'normalized' myself and my character eccentricities, that I would have found myself a boyfriend and that everything would be 'okay'. I can't say that my 12-year-old self would be disappointed in seeing me as I am now; I had different aims, ideas and interests back then. I guess I was still starting to break loose of all the social restrictions that had been imposed on me, like growing in a tight-knit conservative community, having had freshly separated parents, and academic confusion and dilemmas. 
I cannot say that I am fully happy of the person I am now, after all, who is? But at least I am glad that I got rid of all those restricting and suffocating 'moral' ideals that many people on this island still hold on to. 
Finally, I think that my twelve-year-old self would look at my current self and smile at what I have achieved as far as my views on things go and frown at all those sleepless nights due to over-thinking in a mildly neurotic manner, my lack of friends, self-destructive tendencies and the general negative view on things I tend to hold.


Hm. That was a moody and somewhat sad way to break my LJ silence. So yes, tumblr has stolen my soul, and I am truly sorry for it, so here is a brief update on my current life. School goes on and I have found myself lagging somewhat behind and just generally not wanting to work at all, but sleep all day and waste away my life doing so. My post-loving and -crossing also goes on, and if anyone is interested in exchanging letters with me, I'd be more than glad to do so, just drop me a private message on here or wherever you like.   
I have fallen in love with a new British TV show- Being Human. I am sure that some of you may have heard of it. I found both of the series on the internet and watched them in about three days. It is absolutely brilliant, and I encourage everyone to see it, even those who are not particularly interested in shows about the supernatural, since it truly has a real-life significance.

Also, If you're not on tumblr yet, I suggest you jump on the bandwagon, for it is a deliciously sinful site. This is me on tumblr. I warn you, there are quite a number of Morrissey/Being Human/Stephen Fry-related posts.  

Woah-wee. I am not dead. I have been away for quite a long time. I don't feel like I have the mental might to formulate a whole paragraph, so here are the two highlights of my week in point form:

- Computer had problems, got new Hard Disk installed and a format. Lost all information I had on previous hard disk, bad times!
- Applied to do my Systems Of Knowledge practicum at the National Archives of Malta, for which I am rather excited and surprisingly eager.