I shouldn’t be left alone

I’m afraid

I’m afraid of myself

Of my mind

Of thinking

Of paranoia

I hate

I hate so many things

I hate judgment

No body knows the full story

Therefore no one should judge

What an impossible thing

What am I?

Who am I?

I sound like a fuckwit

I want to die

Again?

I hate myself for writing this

Fucking hell

I hate being alone

I hate ( Read more... )

So much has happened

So much is happening

I moved into Nan’s

I dated Sam King (the biggest drug addict I know)

I didn’t get to know him first and it lasted about a week

I spent my holidays with Jesse and Sam

I love those kids

But yeah

I need to find nice, non-drug fucked, less wanker, more mature and not easily peer-pressured friends. Yep yep.

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I like a boy
he is great fun

I will not rush into this

I will get to know him well

I will be ready for a relationship 
I will not worry about being monogomous because I will not need to

Wish me luck.

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I will not stand by and watch you slowly kill yourself

I will not just sit here and ignore comments like

“All I ate this weekend was broth and cheese”

“I felt sick so I stuck fingers down my throat and now I feel better”

I can’t stand it anymore

I am so sick of hearing about your eating disorder

You are sick

You are clearly crying out for help

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There is something about the mood or vibe that this flood/storm has brought.

There is something about not knowing what is going to happen next.

There is something about not KNOWING that the people you love are ok.

It makes me feel so many things.

Dread is an emotion I do not often feel.

I do not enjoy this emotion.

I keep waiting for the next storm ( Read more... )

I just wondered the streets of wallsend at 10:40 in the pouring down rain
With my mother

:D

it was about 10 fun
and i was smiling the whole time
we had to find my dog because he escaped

this storm has me in such a great mood
if only there were less fatalities because of it

*sigh*

I wanna go dance in the storm

I am very good at saying the wrong thing and ruining good things when i have them.

Beauty
I admire it

Inspired
to think

Feelings 
confusing

Big
we are small

Small
we are big

Deep
everything has layers

What is the reasoning behind anything we do?
Why are you like that
Why am I like this?
To what extent is it biological?
To what extent is that it our environment contributes?

There are so many things to think about.
The car engines driving past.
The ( Read more... )

Loud

I remember it being loud, but muted. I dared not listen for terror of what I may hear. There I was in my little white joggers and my loosely fitting singlet that moved about my fragile frame as I ran, pounding down the path. They took him away that day, in a shiny white car. I remember my sister’s quivering little lip bleeding as she clutched ( Read more... )