...arrrghhh.

this is driving me insane.
not even sure what.

there is certainly something to be said for seeing a younger boy...man...guy...

what right do you have (as a perfectly healthy young man/woman) to be on the dole? why are you paid money to do nothing with you life (but party)? it's a bit of a joke.

get a job please!

it's making me want to tear my skin off and throw it at you and then vomit in your mouth as well. i now find you that obnoxious.

no offense...ish.

i think everyones dreams came true last night.

except mine.

one life to live, live it with a hangover.

none of you even know me!

get off!

sunday; si's birthday, bowling like an absolute girl, mcdonalds and bobs house for beers and guitar hero. awkward ( Read more... )

if i've offended anyone in the last week, i apologise. this includes punching, slapping and even crying over you.

self destruct.

i am fucking amazing.

for children to cause that much murder between us is an absolute joke.
they really need to find something better to talk about.

i am going to leeds.
i payed far too much for my ticket.
i don't care.

and no, i can't hold down a boyfriend (either.)
i don't even want one.
sound.

everyone goes on and on about forgiving and forgetting and moving on and grieving and putting things in the past and getting over things. but i'm not buying it.
i've had a lot of these feelings since ninety four. (for fucks sake, i was seven in ninety four. that makes me feel young as hell).
so why not make it permanent? ha ha ha.