London Riots

I've heard it's on the world news. I can't believe all this has happened because the death of one man. I don't blame the gang members; they wanted answers. But it's too much now. People are stealing things casually, in bulk and torching buildings.
Anyone that reads this that isn't from England: don't let this taint your ideas of the English. I am disgusted right now. Absolutely disgusted.

Secrets.

I don't know why, but I adore keeping secrets. Secrets about me. I love the feeling of knowing something no one else knows and being able to think "if only you knew". Is that bad? Should I really have so many things kept to myself just for the thrill?
But the revelation is never as good as imagination. Never.

Time

Time, a photo by Stephasaurus. on Flickr.

I love it when a plan comes together.

So I started writing a "novel" recently, but it's a very hard one to write. Because it is very complex and has to be strictly planned out for it to work at all. But last night, I realised how to make it work.
A story normally has either very deep meanings or a very engaging storyline. For mine to work, I have to get both in there. It's going to be very difficult, but I think that I have it all sorted now which makes me very happy.

It is one of the most painful things in life, to watch someone you love suffer. But the most painful thing is when you must watch, but can't help, however much you want to. To watch someone hurt so badly and not be able to do anything about it, and observe as they struggle hurts more than anything imaginable. Being so passionate, but so useless.

Where is the border?

My friend did something yesterday that I'm not sure how to react to. She told somebody something that she knew I wanted to keep quiet, and wasn't anything to do with her anyway. But should I be angry? I mean, it meant that I plucked up the courage to tell my other friend, or more talk about it with him. But I don't know how I should react. What she did was go against my trust as I confided in her. But, she only did it because she was worried about me. So what do I do?

What?!

my dad text me yesterday to say that he was photographing an event in Leeds (the other side of the country to me) and hanging backstage with Pixie Lott, JLS, Olly Murs and loads more. I'm still a little bit in shock as to how he managed that.