Well that's the last Christmas I'll be celebrating. If you ever want to buy me anything as a present next december, please think about making a donation to my favourite charidee Cancer Research UK instead ( Read more... )

it's easy to be pissed off with people you care about. I think I do it as some sort of test, to get a reaction, to see if someone cares enough to react ( Read more... )

but I won't post anything unless you make it more obvious who's commenting ( Read more... )

but sometimes I'm too busy to do anything but this.

I wish christmas was over already.
I wish there was a fitness first in Hove.
I wish....ah nobody's reading this anyway.

I'm tired, I'm pissed off, I'm jealous and I feel shut out by both of you, like I'm not important any more just because I can't give you what you want or I'm not what you want. I hate that you're more important and I hate not getting fucked the way I want. I hate feeling like I'm being irrational and I hate knowing that I am being irrational and ( Read more... )

I wish there was somewhere I could write down everything I felt and wanted to say and know that nobody I knew would read it.

Sometimes things aren't quite like I'd like them to be....

So I see the newspapers are outbidding themselves over the rewards offered to find those two missing children in Cambridgeshire. Great way to sell your newspapers, eh ( Read more... )

"The problem with boys was that they were wet clay; you'd leave fingerprints on their face, every smile you gave them got dug into their skin like a name in tree bark. Getting off with blokes like that, sex and stuff, was ok but anything more, I mean doing really exciting stuff, was like tryng to light a fire with damp leaves."

I have been a bit amiss recently what with not having private access at work, having to share a dial up connection at home and getting home so late I don't want to sit in front of a computer and type shit ( Read more... )