#writingpromps

Day 8 - Share something you struggle with.

Alright, now it’s getting personal. Really personal, I’m not even sure why I’m sharing this, but here we go. 

Currently I’m really struggling with being twenty one. More like struggling with being twenty one and being single. And having been that since always. I’ve never been in a relationship and as I’m getting older each year, I keep questioning myself. And yeah, it’s really myself I have to question. Cause I’ve never been in love either. Though there were a few people in my life I thought I could fall in love with. There were a few people that thought they could fall in love with me. And some that did. 

Sometimes I feel like I’m eight again. Dreaming of being a princess and finding true love. Being married and having kids in my late twenties.

I don’t really see that happening soon. And not rarely I cry my eyes out over the love other people are able to feel and I seem not to. I’m intimidated by the thought of someone liking me and me being not able to like that person back. And those fears are probably the root of all this mess. The overthinking is blocking my brain in a way I can’t control. 

I’m jealous of the people that find love. That get crushes easily. That fall in love at first sight. 

I cry over movies and books. I get lumps in my throat at the thought of my family getting hurt. I well up when I see elderly people struggle. I’d say I’m a person with almost too much empathy. And I love my family and friends to death. But I can’t seem to fathom the biggest emotion of them all, that is romantic love. 

I get so frustrated cause it’s one of the things I crave the most. It’s the thing that I like to believe shapes my future. 

And I don’t know how it feels or how it works. And why it hasn’t happened to me yet. 

I’m twenty one and I’ve never been in love. 

(Thank you @bioticplaneswalker and @gv-archangel for sending prompts! Will get to the rest as I can)

Day 28 - Post five things that make you laugh out loud.

Oliver Wood and Quidditch Memes

Animals acting humanly 

Ugly pictures of my sister 

My friends, all the time 

Day 13 - Five ways to win your heart.

I think this list could go on forever. 

Being kind to children and animals 

Being smart and a little nerdy

Having a (clever) sense of humour

Picking up on the little things 

Day 26 - Write about an area in your life that you would like to improve.

I’m not a very artistic person. 

My sister is really good at drawing and painting, she’s kinda got a natural skill for that. I’ve never really been jealous, mostly I just show off with her skills. 

Lately I’ve spent a lot of time on pinterest looking at pictures of bullet journals, DIYs or sustainable gifts and stuff. And I what I always notice is how beautiful the handwriting is and how adorable the little drawings are. So I took on a journey to improve my handwriting and doodling skills. 

I really like the look of handdrawn easy stuff in bullet journals (though I’m definitely not gonna start one.) Luckily my sister has quite a art collection, so I’m presented with a huge array of pens, pencils, brushes and colours. 

I love drawing little floral or organic stuff and even tho I still mess up and draw wobbly lines I really enjoy it! It makes me feel creative again and shows me that I’m not a complete failure with arts and crafts. I’m really looking forward to gifting handmade presents to friends, like bookmarks with little flowers or pretty watercolour cards. 

Also my handwriting isn’t bad. I actually think it’s decent, except for a few letters (like that goddamned M). But a friend of mine has such a gorgeous and effortless handwriting with really elegant n’s and t’s and it inspired me to wanting to change my own up a bit. I’m still in the progress and I find it pretty hard to train, cause I’m easy to give up on stuff like that. But I think now is a good time to improve that area of my life.

Of course there are a lot of things I wanna improve. Like my choice making or my willpower. But those are long term problems I think, that I can’t really grasp in a few days. 

So I’m gonna stick with handwriting and doodling for now. 

List ten things that make you really happy.

Write something that someone told you about yourself that you never forgot. 

What are your top three pet peeves?

Write about someone who inspires you. 

List five places you want to visit. 

Write about the last movie you’ve watched.

List ten songs that you’re loving right now. 

Share something you struggle with. 

Post some words of wisdom that speak to you. 

Write about something for which you feel strongly. 

Something you always think “What if...” about. 

 A letter to someone, anyone.

Five ways to win your heart.

Post your favourite movie that you never get tired of watching. 

Bullet-point your day. 

Something that you miss. 

Post about your zodic sign and wether or not it fits you. 

Post twenty facts about yourself. 

Write about a feeling that’s hard to describe.

Post about three celebrity crushes. 

What three lessons do you want your children learning from you? 

Put your music on shuffle and post the first ten songs. 

Write about your Harry Potter House. 

Write about a lesson you’ve learned the hard way.

Think of any word. Search it on google images and write something inspired by the 11th image. 

Write about an area in your life that you would like to improve. 

Conversly, write about something that’s kicking ass right now. 

Post five things that make you laugh out loud. 

Write about a book you love.

What is your favourite season and why? 

Day 27 - Conversly, write about something that’s kicking ass right now.

This is pretty obvious. Everyone is talking about how much they’re doing at the moment. 

Health care workers. Nurses. Doctors. They’re SO kicking ass right now. 

Every country should be glad to have people that are so dedicated to saving other peoples lives, while putting their owns in danger. They’re working their butts off just to help others and I think that kind of selflessness is remarkable. I’ve had a six week internship at the hospital in ninth grade and to be honest, it wasn’t fun. There were mostly old people, being in pain or being bored. Many people had ugly wounds or bruises and were very sad. There was this one young woman, who was in a motorcycle crash. She was in coma for two of the six weeks I was here and when she woke up, she couldn’t even eat on her own. She couldn’t wipe her butt on her own. (This is the third time I’m referring to this bodypart now.)

I don’t wish that to happen to anyone. But it was austounding, how little the nurses minded. Yeah, some of them were really rude, but even those did their jobs. Cared for the people without getting anything back. Cause mostly the patients weren’t really nice either. 

But right now the world depends on them. They’re working hours of hours, days and night to make life for people a bit better. I’ve seen all those pictures of italian nurses and doctors who have bruises on their faces from wearing their masks and it just makes me happy, that there are still people out there who don’t only think about themselves. Or the economy. Or wether or not football stadiums should open up again. (!!!!!???)

And then there are those ignorant people who make work for the health workers so much harder. 

Politicans, that don’t vote for pay raises or additional subsidy.

Conspiracy theorists that claim the virus is made in a lab by some politicans and not dangerous at all. 

(Mostly american) people who demonstrate against the violation of their rights cause by the social distancing rules and event bans. (If you’re one of those and reading this, go fuck yourself.) 

All the stupid people that still meet up in groups, throw parties and don’t wear masks. That visit their grandparents.

Every single one of those hundreds of people that met this week in the centre of London to clap for NHS. Where not even half of them were wearing masks and all of them were standing pressed together like sardines.