Kathleen-Jane

I have decided, after long deliberation, that I would be completely open on my blogs.
I read back through my last one and thought about how embarrassing it was, then realised that it was a blog about Christmas. How is that embarrassing?
And seeing as you guys are the only ones' that will follow me- My life isn't that interesting- Then why would it matter if I was open on here?

Seeing as I can't be like that face to face, then this would be the best way. You see I have a problem when it comes to showing emotion. I CAN'T cry in front of people. I think the most I can mange is crying to Bella, and even then it has to be down the phone.
I think it's because crying shows weakness, and I've always had to be the strongest in my family.

So whatever goes into my diary will go on here.

Minus names, severe bitching, and my deepest darkest secrets... basically anything that I don't want to be found on the Internet.


And just in case you where wondering I haven't written anything in my diary since my last blog.
This is merely an informal blog... informing you of my openness.

They won't all be this boring. I promise.

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I’m lying on the couch, wearing my giant ‘I love D.C’ tee-shirt and wearing my fuzzy, pink, knitted socks with tiny teddy bears sown onto the sides. In my peripheral vision is a giant, lit up Christmas tree. This is my favourite holiday of the year. Hands down.

Today I was out and about in Sandown all day, and when I walked back to my nan's, I saw loads of families doing last minute Christmas shopping down the High Street… I’ve walked that road and seen those shops ten billion times. Somehow they’ve never looked as perfect and welcoming as they did tonight. It was Thursday night and there were cars jammed into every last parking spot available. I could see the smoke billowing out of fireplace chimneys into cold winter air. It’s the holidays. People are coming together just to spend time with one another and something about seeing that just stuck with me. I love everything about this time of year, but mostly the way people find ways to be with the ones they love. And I love jumpers. Everyone is wearing jumpers right now.

Sarah, my sister, is 13. But she acts four at Christmas. She runs around the house yelling “PRESENTS!” It’s pretty great.

I haven't laught this much in a long time, you know the kind where you feel as if you're about to die because you literally can breath. I love my family so much :)

It's Christmas tomorrow!! I don't feel as excited as I should, and I don't know why... I don't have anything in particular worrying me, I think It's because I'm getting older and the novelty of Christmas is wearing off. Something I never wished would happen.
But I guess growing up is inevitable?

But on a brighter note...

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!

:)

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