a million tabs are open, only one counts.

'cara youve been on long enough... how long does it take to find information on this?'
long enough... ill be off soon...
'you better be little missy...'
mm...

the mouse clicks and i change tabs sporadically.
this is ridiculous.
im under attack in my own room. 
but then again...
im prisoner in my own house. 
im watched in my own haven.
im forced to obey in my own life.

i flip through the tabs and make little notes concerning
what im actually meant to be doing. i feel empowered.
and scared shitless.
its only a frigging laptop. why do they make such a big
deal of controlling everything down to the details.










i have started writing again, not just on my blog.
all my life i have written things...
stories, poems, pieces, diary style entries.
my blog gave me an excuse to really get into it i guess.
but now even without the audience i find joy in writing.
my first story, is about a young girl, Sparrow in the early
1900's, she decides to escape her home life and run
away. mm, its such a dream of mine... my second story,
ive barely finished the plans for, but its going to be
kind of about us. all of us. smoking, drinking, boys,
skateparks, running away, hating parents, falling in love,
stalking people on facebook... being depressed and
emotionally ensure. wish me luck, i begin typing on
my antique typewriter, tonight. miss you all,
xx cara.isabella