ok.. here we go, off the top of my head whilst waiting for a photoshop file to reduce its size:
(this is taking longer than i thought… obviously not off the top of my head…)
I love and hate the taste of coffee.
I feel lonely the most when im with many other people.
I have mixed feelings about my office.
I have difficulty letting go.
I love loud music in my ears.
I feel full of contradictions.
I am myself the most when im painting or when im writing. which isnt often anymore.
I remember Heather’s words about dreaming and freedom. She was right.
I often feel trapped.
My dreams for the future somehow reside outside of egypt.
I have conjured another world in my mind.
I have an excellent memory – but sometimes, its selective.
I remember the tiniest most insignificant details about people and places.
My memories make my cry, no matter how old they are.
I often live in the past.
I forget who I am sometimes.
I feel sometimes that my family and I are from different planets.
I love animals.
I dont let go of things easily.
Im a people-pleaser – and I hate it.
I often feel the need to needlessly abuse myself as some kind of punishment… im not sure for what.
I am often in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I am very self conscious about my figure, and try to hide it always.
I hate….
* to be continued….*
