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Wonder. 

I wonder about many things all the time. I wonder if I should continue with this blog even after promising that I would try harder. I wonder if I should act upon my schoolgirl crush, even though the chances of anything actually happening is slim to none. 

I wonder about things that scare most people. 

I wonder about what it would be like to be apart of the holocaust, and what would happen if I jumped of a bridge. Why do I think of these things? I'm not sure. I'm not depressed, I'm not sad. I just enjoy letting my mind wonder. 

I honestly believe that these wondering thoughts are all that ever go through my head, because even at school, when I am trying to focus on the work ahead of me, my mind starts to wonder. 

All my little wonderings range from simple, mundane thoughts, to explicitly happy ones. 

Even right now as I am thinking about wonder, my mind is starting to wonder why the the word 'wonder' is such a weird word, and why I am used the word wonder so much. 

But that is just mental wondering. My favourite kind of wondering if I'm honest. 

Physical wondering can be good, by not as exciting if I'm being honest. I suppose you could hike through a forest, taking every turn you know you shouldn't take, but that type of wondering takes time. 

And time is something that unfortunately not many people have any more, myself included.

Until Next Time,

Stay Lovely, Vanessa.

(My next post will hopefully be a review or something along those lines, and not a post on what I'm thinking about:)

lol, wonder or wander ?

What hurts more? Falling in love or out of it?

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Lately I have found myself thinking a lot more about things that I usually wouldn't think twice about, and me being me, decided that I would share some of these thoughts with you. 

Number One; Memories. 

Now, don't get me wrong, I know that we all have memoires and we always try to relive them, but it only occurred to me that we all have different memories. Simple, and something everybody knows, probably. We all have different memories. No two memories are the same, because emotions take a huge part in our memories. 

It may seem stupid, but it just amazes me that you might spend your whole life with someone, and talk about the moments that you spend together, but there is always going to be slightly different details. I think of it as two people standing on different sides of a glass, but the glass is foggy, but clear enough to see through. You think you can see the person clearly, but in reality a small part of the image is always going to be hidden, and that's the emotion.

Is this making sense to anyone?

Number Two; ?

I'm not sure what to call this one... Maybe, obsession?

How often do you use the phrase, 'Oh my God, I am obsessed with...' 

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And as I watched him sitting with her, talking to her, I realised that he never liked me in the way that I thought I loved him.

No, he didn’t, but when he sat with me he was still one of the nicest, most beautiful people I have ever met, and that's when I saw that who ever he ended up with in life is lucky, and I hope they realise how wonderful he truly is.

And even though he didn’t like me in the way that I seemed to like him, he treated me like he did.

And honestly, I don’t know if that was the meanest, or kindest thing to do.

- VA -

Until Next Time,

Stay Lovely, Vanessa.

- another quick short story as my first post of the year . somewhat fictional, but not entirely sure to be honest -