6/7/2017 0 Comments The feeling good ishCurrently as I stand on Leagrave's Train Station Platform, waiting for my train, there are several thoughts running through my head. The train has just pulled in. It looks busy. I've just sat on a table with a lady wearing pretty sandals. She had made the effort to paint her toenails a shade of pink which compliments her outfit. She is probably on her way to work. I'm concerned that I look antisocial as I'm on my phone however I am typing this. Although the case is opposite of what they think, I cannot shout 'I'm writing my blog, I'm not being a typical teenager' as I'd like to do. I could if I wanted to but no one would care. No one is actually that concerned with what I'm doing. You think that everyone is assessing you. At least I do. When I walked to the train station, several people looked me up and down and didn't return my smile. I assumed they were mentally assessing what I was wearing or looking at my skin as I have no make up on today. Most likely they were just glimpsing, not actually concerning themselves with any of the minor details that I think proper. My skin is worsening yet I remain happy?? I have someone at home to look forward to, my work experience is fun and I seem to have things I'm concerned with under control. Yet I still feel this way. The train just pulled into Luton. As it left the station, it was slow at the beginning and a man next to it was walking at the same speed as the train for around 5 seconds. I am unaware of why I find that so amusing. It has delighted me to see that 41 people have visited my blog this week as opposed to the 2-5 who usually do. Who knows why that has happened. I'm aware this is not chirpy like usual but this was running through my head. I'm ready to get out of my comfort zone and stop holding myself back from things I might be or am capable of. This is me. Talk soon.
R x
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PsoHappi is derived from 'Pso'riasis and 'Happi'ness. Psoriasis is an incurable auto-immune disease where skin cells grow more frequently than usual and leave dry, flaky and irritating skin in patches all over your body. In essence, this is my story of living with it (with some other stuff along the way). My blog is subtitled 'The Broken Clock' due to my favourite quote being 'A broken clock is right twice a day'. R x
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