I don't know what to do with my self. I can feel that my urge to care is dropping lower and lower each day. Especially whilst at school. I'm at the level now where it's the last year of being reckless, next year I'll have to start being more serious. But honestly I can't even be bothered anymore. All my previous thoughts of efforts and trying have all vanished. I've already got three major assignments that are due next week in which I've barely began on. It's really quite silly but I'm starting to focus on the stupid things - looks, appearance, boys - all things that really shouldn't matter that much. But now they do. And then at home. All I'm finding myself wanting to do is curl up in bed, sip tea and read Jane Eyre or watch the Vampire Diaries. School simply means nothing to me anymore.

The aspect of colour really is amazing. The way its abilities are able
to light up even the dullest outfit or background with the simplest of flashes and change the entire mood of atmosphere with the positiveness that it brings. It's quite beautiful, in the lightest way; like a tap on the shoulder in a crowded area.

Nail art is something I've always aspired to be good at. Unfortunately for me, I don't have the patience nor time to attempt even trying to create such a piece of wonderment. Then again if I ever were good at it, it'd be a complete waste of time and effort since my school doesn't allow nail polish to be worn.

After dragging out reading Clockwork Prince for as long as I possibly could, I finally finished it today. It actually saddened me so much. Every time I read a book, I seem to get lost in the story and caught up in their world - spending time thinking about the characters, the day, the scenery, everything - and once the novel is over it feels as though a part of me has come to an end, too. As soon as I finished the last page, I felt like crying. Realization struck me once again of how deeply I tend to fall in love with book characters and in this case, Will Herondale. In the picture above is his family's ring. Having it would make me so happy, I wouldn't ever take it off and it'd just mean so much to me because it's an actual real object relating to something fiction. Anyhow, I doubt my parents will buy it for me online as it's $72 dollars and they'd laugh at me for wanting it in the first place. So I'll just sit here in misery and longing for my lovely meaningful ring that i'll probably never acquire.