I am writing a post that no one will read for a journal that barely exists ( Read more... )

God I was going to write so much. When it comes to crunch time all words fail me and suddenly all the perfect sentences that were meant to flow out decide they like my brain too much with its cosy warmth and central heating ( Read more... )

I thought i'd write as my internet is getting cut off at 12am since we switched from telewest to sky. I am so frustrated. Frustrated because when you enjoy something so much but find out you are not that great at it it breaks your heart a bit. My heart broke a little bit when I saw my Spanish page of my profile. It's not bad but its not good. I ( Read more... )

I am sitting here, clear as day. I got Tommy McCook playing in my ears with a soulful rocksteady saxophone sound that is unbeatable. I am ready now. For the something else. The thing that takes you to another place. I can't help feeling I am being held back and I want to blame other people or things but I know it's me standing in my way. Cuz I wont ( Read more... )

My first day as a volunteer was strange. I have never really done charity work. It showed me the wide gap between them and us. Hampstead highstreet is without a doubt different to Camden High Street. All old buildings and little shops. Young couples with one child and people buying produce at delicatessens. In Oxfam there is a bag for stuff to be ( Read more... )

January: GODDAMNIT TO HELL AND BEYOND.

February: I watched that floating Brothel.

March: "Somebody stop the world, I want to get off."

April: I am so glad for thursday man.

May: It is very strange but during the course of the day i've evaluated so many things in my life.

June: Yesterday I went out and about in London and ate at Yo Sushi for ( Read more... )

I am only writing this so I can say I have an entry for december.

It feels so unproductive when I write in this, I feel some guilt that I may want a comment for my entry. Strange, I forget I am human at times. Walking home in the rain today I felt such a strange feeling. My day- uneventful. Another lunchtime not knowing what to do really. I had something to do fortunately. The prospect of doing work again ( Read more... )

I am in no mind to do this, but something made me type in Livejournal. I am drowning. Around me is masses of information, of words, of "Bare"'s and I am finding it hard. I think I am going crazy. I am me, I can see me. But I feel I am being contaminated somehow. Like bit by bit me is being taken away. It's like there is expectations from both sides ( Read more... )

It has been a long time, but I am finally at my desk with the ability to write with nobody asking me what I am doing. A lot of things have happened and nothing has happened all at the same time. I cannot exactly put a finger on whether I love sixth form or want to go into school with a gun. "Taking it one step at a time" as a chronic smoker trying ( Read more... )