I miss my grandad a lot more than I should.
I barely knew him.
But every time it comes round to Rememberance, I can't help but wonder what he went through, what he did, what he never told us.
Things don't always come out quite as you expect.
The First :)
Me, Myself and I...?
- Ducky
- Outcast blood runs through my veins and at times I can feel the call of the wild deep within my heart. Half of me comes from the Celtic lands - my stronger half, my wilder half - and whenever I think of where I belong, I see myself there, running free. I don't talk a lot - sometimes because I simply don't want to, other times because I have nothing to say. People say I'm quiet but they don't know that inside my head I can hear about five different voices whispering, screaming, constantly, so loud sometimes I can barely think straight. But I like being in my head - it's my haven. Like the back garden in summer, or the beach. My friends mean the world to me - every single one of the crazy bunch, they're literally like my family now. And to be honest, most of the time I prefer their flaws to their 'normal' side because it sets them apart from everyone else.
Yes, it really was that cold.
Silence can be painful.
Laughing prolongs life. Fact.
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