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I watched beauty and the beast, and since being little girls, we've been taught to appreciate a man for all of his flaws, may it be a temper, or a beast of a face, but through the years of man kind, women have had to be immaculate, and ready to be loved by a man, a man who won;t make the effort to respect and appreciate the flaws of a woman.

I don't know why, but I'm in a terribly awful mood. Writing my book to distract me however, but men in general are doing my head in. I want to be left alone. It's even effecting my creativeness. I can't seem to concentrate on anything and it's draining me. I want to disappear for a little bit, anywhere, just away. That is all.

I sit on trains in most of my spare time (on my own) , and you could say it's boring, or time wasting, but for me it's not. I watch people, their behaviour and general way of life. It fascinates me how we are all so similar, yet are completely different. Why is that? Why do we have such contrasting points of view, why do some of us feel more valued in the  company of others. Relationships of all kinds mushed together to make a one day bitter memory of a persons life, who too will also be gone some day. Does this fact make every movement, action, word and emotion seem pointless? Or more worth while? My mind conjures up so much, so many valid p