I know, I know. I've been lacking, making excuses for not writing and avoiding thinking for a long while now ( Read more... )

Well that was one hell of an anti climax. Four essays, two presentations, a winter ball, a shirked staff party and three Christmas dinners later comes the end of the semester. And once again I am back in the ghetto of south London. In good old Crystal Palace, again. Woe is me. BUT, on the plus side, we do have our own ice rink. But I'm not sure its ( Read more... )

Travelling from home on monday.
Loosing my memory on tuesday.
Making an idiot of myself on wednesday.
Doing my back in moving barrels on thursday.
Getting horribly drunk with my brother on Friday.
In love on saturday.
Getting down and dirty with Killswitch tomorrow.

My life so hectic I am left with no time to think. For the best really.

I haven’t been on here much recently. Mainly because nothing much has happened, partly because I feel an intense need to keep my feelings and thoughts utterly private at the moment. All that’s happened really is I’ve returned to Oxford from home, been missing lei (to the point of absolute frustration) and got myself addicted to those little actimel ( Read more... )

Ok, so this morning, I woke up, and I was really pissed off. And I’m not even sure really. Maybe its because I’ve been accused to lying by because I won’t tell all the sordid details of my life to people who insist its their right to know. Maybe its because I can’t understand why if someone says that they really does care about me and want to stay ( Read more... )

Sunday 24th July 2004. Elliot killed himsself. Hung himself from the rafters by a dressing gown cord ( Read more... )

1. I'm in a relationship.
2. I can't eat sugar.
3. I am in love.
4. I think Bush is an awesome president.
5. I think gay marriage should be approved.
6. I enjoy playing my music loud.
7. I like to decorate stuff.
8. I love the color silver.
9. I have too much free time.
10. I love hugs!
11. I like to take pictures
12. I am a blonde. I was, ( Read more... )

How can I tell you
That all I was to him
And all he ever made of me
Is lies
That not even he had faith in.

And you told me to let go
Let go of that anger
Those fears
These insecurities
And I told you

My fear will be your fiction
If you give me reason
To rewrite that truth.

Leigh came to see me this weekend. I woke yesterday morning, with my huge curly hair and sexy spot cream all over my face, opened the door, and there he was. Just standing there. And all I could think was…. wow. Its you.Now that’s a good feeling. That’s something I’ve needed. Something that I just couldn’t put my finger on. That’s what makes ( Read more... )

Have you ever had the feeling that your life is crashing in on you ( Read more... )