tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59888331922181941472012-02-16T11:04:28.864ZLet's go with the changes...Danielle Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09145631015758243934noreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988833192218194147.post-79622324940571314472012-02-10T22:51:00.000Z2012-02-10T22:51:25.588Z

I should just stop being nice to people.Then they'll know I'm not going to just drop everything in a moment to pick up the pieces they have left scattered everywhere. I'm not saying that I wouldn't help someone in need. If someone comes to me and is in pain, physical or mental, I will try what I can to help, but I have my limits. People just don't seem to realise that I have these limits. My

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11.30-12 wrote blog, felt good to go back to something good 12-1 went to get food for tonights performance. Popped into work - apparently they've had a flood! It feels like the place falls apart without me, even though I knew there was nothing I could have done anyway. Being in, even just fot a few minutes, made me feel good. I'm in control there.

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It has been a while since i've done my blog. I've just got off the phone with my counseller - yes, after many months of refusing I have finally given into taking a counsellors advice. It was something I was dubious about because of work - work is my happy place, and anything that interfeers with that is not worth mentionomg. I worked a way around it though, and now all of my counselling is phone

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I went to the doctors today. I feel like I've both achieved a lot and nothing at all. She asked me if I would like a counsellor but I was skeptical. Talking never really ever has done anything but make my depression worse, the last thing I need is to face more. I have been given some anti-depressants, which I've been told to seriously consider before I take them since most people end up staying

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I've just had an eye appointment. I've just made a doctors appointment and a hair appointment. And I told the optician that my health was fine. So what was I meant to say? That I have a doctors appointment for no reason? It kind of feels like that now, since I partly don't feel like I was lying when I said my health was fine. I told them that I'd been having trouble seeing things due to stress,

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Writing helps me a lot during the difficult times. I don't turn to writing because I feel that it helps, though. I turn to it because I feel that I need it. When I can't allow myself to have other breaks to this feeling, to stop myself from doing something as harmless as typing a few words would be stupid. I have told two of my friends how far I've been going through this. I have strict orders

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*emo emo emo* For the record, I don't particularly enjoy writing about depression. It's depressing. I don't like writing about self harming or thoughts of suicide or whatever, because really they sound like cries for attention and with anyone else I would assume that they are. That's entirely why yesterday was the very first day that I told anyone at all. But when you sit and know that without

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Why is it that the best days are always so shortly followed by the worst? Now I am a woman of logic and statistics, I know that surely this can't be true, but it certainly seems to be the case here. Yesterday was amazing. Work was incredibly fun, we got mcdonalds and everything, and then I spent my evening talking to my friend on skype, having a lovely bath and a cheeky glass of baileys. Today,

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And so we welcome a new year, 2011, a time for thinking back on our last year and thinking forwards to how the next will be far better. At least, thats the theory. This year has been one which I'm not proud to look back on, just as this is the year I look back to every other year and quite frankly I'm ashamed of what little and how much I have done. Now would be the good point to turn around and

Danielle Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09145631015758243934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988833192218194147.post-72209314411150483792010-11-23T22:30:00.000Z2010-11-23T22:30:12.912Z

So, I've been scanning youtube and it recommends me these cute little funny blog videos. I love them, and would love to do one. Then I remember that I hardly keep up to date with my blog. Hm. Yeah, I know, I'm a lazy so-and-so. Well, not so much lazy as... ok, yes, lazy. But I have been doing some things. I've just managed to get a new skin on our amazing rping forum, and it's looking fantastic

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The internet is a magical place where you can look for one thing and find something completely different. I was looking at College Humour, which is a brilliant site with really funny videos. One of these was about 'Four Loco', which I had to check to Wikipedia page about. Wikipedia is running another appeal for money, and the article about this said it was the 5th biggest website on the internet.

Danielle Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09145631015758243934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988833192218194147.post-59342333595704145802010-11-13T18:16:00.000Z2010-11-13T18:16:27.853Z

I've been working at my local Argos for just over a month now. When I say that I enjoy it, people seem to give me such a blank stare, turn and laugh and say something along the lines of 'just wait until you get into it'. But it's been a month now and I'm feeling more comfortable but enjoying it no less. It's always different, but still the same things. It's really a job that I enjoy, the right

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Today is a day of rest, actually its almost a week of rest, but it seems that it's a day too late. As I mentioned last time, the fireworks were on the Saturday and I would like the say that I was calm and collected but really I wasn't. The fear of being scared was more overwhelming than my actual phobia, and it ended up with me being very.... very frighteningly quiet. And when I did speak my

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After deciding that I really want to do some blogging of some sort again, I of course remembered my old site. There may not be any followers, but I still feel the love from this old place. I've been reading through my old updates and they really bring a smile to my face, as I remember the things that I've gone through and the lessons that I've learnt. In some ways I was reluctant to return,

Danielle Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09145631015758243934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988833192218194147.post-66995967740413036332009-04-02T17:50:00.002+01:002009-04-02T18:31:31.163+01:00

I've pretty much lost the concept of time.I woke again with my alarm for the pill, realising that I would never make it in time to my 11am tutorial when the alarm went off at 10.55, no matter how close my flat was to the University.Catch up? On Tuesday night my world crashed around me as my boyfriend split up with me. First, I could feel a hole where an organ had been. Then it felt like it was

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The hole had been replaced by bricks when I woke up. It took me a while to register that I was meant to be upset this morning; it was calm and thoughtless after a night of dreaming of me and him only finding out about each others lives through facebook. But when I moved it started to hurt, like somehow I'd turned suddenly into a pro weight-lifter with abs of steel. I hit against it and it felt

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Wow, what a day.I started it with a boyfriend and ended it without one.He said he needed 'space' and 'freedom', and I know how much of a fan of the single life he is. I even gave him permission, almost told him to split up with me. There was no way I could keep him in a nothingness relationship; I love him too much. Or I loved him. I'm not sure which one I'm going for yet, which one I can bring

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This weekend has been a strange one.I've been acting pretty differently, this weekend, because of this Friday. I was talking to my friends, and they were all saying that they were getting together to go to the metrocenter (a big shopping mall), which isn't too unusual. They live really far from me, and I should really be able to accept this, but I really wanted to go. I thought it would be

Danielle Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09145631015758243934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988833192218194147.post-74542508241417040042008-11-09T00:44:00.004Z2008-11-09T00:52:16.251Z

Urgh... it's 00.44 and I can't get to sleep. I always seem to distract myself right as I climb into bed, then all of my tiredness ebbs away.Tonight, I got into bed and thought... what if I was in a car accident? A strange thought, I know, but I quite often make these scenarios in my head, especially before bed, and before I knew it I had amnesia where the only person I knew was my boyfriend, and

Danielle Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09145631015758243934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988833192218194147.post-16617434070656638622008-09-27T17:28:00.002+01:002008-09-27T17:35:53.620+01:00

I've been in the University of Liverpool for just under a weak now and I'm absolutely loving it. I'm living in a flat with only two other people, and we're really close already - none of us can get over just how little time it has been since we got here. The night life is brilliant, and the guild is literally a one minuit walk away! How could it possibly be bad...?Well, a couple of things, really

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It's the night before I leave for university and I'm crying on my bed, alone.Why?There was meant to be a big get together with my friend and her boyfriend with me and mine. I'd already got the dates wrong, thinking it might have been yesterday, so I made sure that I texted her early in the day so I would have a chance for her to reply. I know she doesn't have signal in her house so I wasn't

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Wow. This is really amazing. Today is saturday, 18.11, and on sunday morning I'm finally moving out of my home and beginning University. That's probably about 24 hours of awake time... maybe. Well, probably about 20 hours, if I can sleep on saturday night. My God, tonight is probably the last night I can sleep here in comfort, as my actual home, without being like a child on Christmas Eve.I'm

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A lot has changed for me recently, over the last month. Yesterday was truly a starting point for me and a new life, being the first of the month.Firstly, over the last month I am officially no longer an 'A-Level Student', but now a 'University Student'. I got a ABC in Maths, English Lit. and Physics (in that order) and a c in my further maths AS-Level. This was, unfortunately, not enough for me

Danielle Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09145631015758243934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988833192218194147.post-53106848358910139592008-08-31T12:01:00.004+01:002008-08-31T13:06:14.513+01:00

Hey, I've decided to make one of those annoying little quiz things you always find on junk emails. This one should be interesting, though....The Predictive Text Quiz:First step: Whip your mobile out!Second Step: Start in the text box and make sure its on predictive. If you've never used your phone in predictive before, this shouldn't make too much sense....Third Step: Type the numbers beneath,

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Waiting for my results has got me amazingly stressed out. I'm counting down the hours, trying to think of something to do. I've been down the street, I've been on my laptop, been on my PS2 to try and beat some worthless demons out of my anxiety. I even tried to attempt at least the beginnings of an impossible, double-sided soduko jigsaw puzzle. The box says its impossible, but I suspect it's

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I've been thinking a lot about going to university and living far away from Karl, especially over this last weekend when Karl's been away. He was only away for the weekend, but it was still quite a shock to both of us; we both missed each other but in different ways. I missed him in the way that when I think of him I can almost feel his arms around me again, and get excited and anxious about when

Danielle Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09145631015758243934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988833192218194147.post-3904919321111656532008-07-26T21:55:00.002+01:002008-07-26T23:04:04.125+01:00

This is a very personal post to me... I'm not a good poet; not when I'm talking about complicated matters, anyway. I'm not going to harm the name of poetry in an attempt to write this as one, as I was originally going to. I've got a flair for telling some things as they are, emotions included.I'm sometimes a very depressive sort of girl. Maybe its the extra hormones recently being pumped into my

Danielle Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09145631015758243934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988833192218194147.post-3162917824398635392008-07-13T14:31:00.006+01:002008-07-13T15:46:25.613+01:00

I've been meaning to review this album, Panic at the Disco's 'Pretty. Odd.', for some time now and now I finally have the chance. I'm no music specialist - when it comes to music I'm usually actually tone deaf, but this album makes me feel like I should do this, if only to come to a conclusion of whether it's really good or really bad.Firstly, I'd like to apologise for the highly unimaginative

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My last post was in May, and it's now July, so I admit that it's been a little while since I've blogged. I have no more exams and now I can only hope and pray that I've got everything all sorted. I'm still going out with my boyfriend, so that's 4/9 months of being half of a happy couple (we can never agree which date to take it from). I have a steady Saturday job, though I'm currently trying to

Danielle Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09145631015758243934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988833192218194147.post-73030286548823214302008-05-15T18:07:00.002+01:002008-05-15T18:22:57.685+01:00

I come from a small town which I have lived in all of my life, situated right between Carlistle and Newcastle in the North East of England. Well, I say 'North East' but geographically it's the exact middle. There's even a pub called 'The Heart of All England' because it used to be placed almost exactly on the georgraphical center of the UK, until they added a couple more islands.But you probably

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I apologise for the depressing tone of the last post, and I haven't found a cause for it yet, other then what I stated. I will return to the intellectual, formal essays that I began this blog with soon, but at the moment I'm a little more preoccupied with another thing; my Birthday.Yes, in approximately 4 hours I will officially be 18 years of age, and with that I will be able to drink alcohol

Danielle Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09145631015758243934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988833192218194147.post-49206249544723961772008-05-02T19:49:00.003+01:002008-05-02T20:10:48.511+01:00

Today's blog is a vague blog, without really much thread, but that's pretty much the sort of mood I'm in. Previously, you've seen me writing full scaled articles on whichever topic I feel completely strongly about at that time, but today I just don't feel particularly strongly. The fuzzy numbness which seems to even force down the sides of your lips has overcome me.In my first blog, I mentioned

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I always get confused about people’s paranoia about the internet: something about the entire world being connected seems to scare people sometimes, especially when it’s concerning something people really don’t want to be spoken aloud.Frequently on the television, usually the news, they’ll post an analogy about the internet. In one example, the presenter was in the middle of a busy mall, shouting

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As a 17-year-old girl, I admit that I am not most experienced in Love. I’ve experienced love for convenience, friendship disguised cunningly as love, and recently I believe I have experienced True Love: the sort of feeling that, although you realise that a relationship doesn’t have to last forever to be special, you still want it to last forever. This is rare, especially for someone as cautious

Danielle Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09145631015758243934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988833192218194147.post-61289730938703347572008-04-23T02:05:00.002+01:002008-04-22T21:39:40.960+01:00

As a writer, I often have a creative urge to put things into written form. As a scientist, I often see things from new and interesting perspectives which are difficult to bring up into a normal conversation. Naturally, the obvious solution was to combine my writing with my thoughts, but this is easier said then done. Studying English Literature at A-Level has neatly categorised texts into three

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