Life in the past is liveable. I always find myself becoming severely introverted at this time of year even though I'm surrounded by people and choices, it's a strange time.

"I woke up this morning with the sundown shinin' in,
Found my mind in a brown paper bag but then,
I tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high, I tore my mind on a jagged sky.
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Memories, the things I fear the most. Your shortcomings, failures and fuck-ups are ingrained in your mind, the pictures of life tell happy stories but our minds tell us the reality of what happened. "You fucked up, you hurt, you caused pain, you wrecked lives, you're a bastard, a cunt, a whore, a shit piece of nothing. You'll never be anything, you ( Read more... )

Cavorted, Trampled, Tested and Hung. I should really update more often, quite hard to find the time. At the minute I'm waiting for a text that will tell me to work, I gotta finish that essay. Five pages long and I've only just reached halfway on the timeline, and then there's the conclusion, so it's gonna end up about ten pages, eugh. Can't believe ( Read more... )

Today was non-uniform day. I went in wearing normal clothes, then stripped off... To reveal my pretty black dress, my sexy stockings and pretty suspenders. All of a sudden we decided to get people to sponsor me to cut my hair... I didn't think it would work, but it did, surprisingly well. In... Well, four periods, which is two hours and twenty ( Read more... )

I knew today was going to be a good day as soon as I woke up. For a start, mother hadn't cut my nose off this morning, which is always a good thing. Maybe she didn't cut it off out of respect that I only just got it back last night after four days of olfactory hell ( Read more... )

The world was on it's head today. Just a little off centre. Everything was either a little too forward, or a little too subdued, or just plain sideways. Makes sense, it's a Tuesday, and the world isn't meant to exist on a Tuesday. Throwback from when Tuesday's didn't exist. I'm still not used to them. Wake up and think "Shit." Now it's Wednesday's ( Read more... )

One set gone, burnt, cast to the wind. Flamed with the things that were so despised. Alcohol of the purest sort, and cancer sticks. Gone, done, dusted, ash. Nothing more than memories in a forest, a forest I never go to. I am purged. Again.

Just cleaned out my room. Cleaned out all the dirt, the shite, the memories, and the past. I feel so disgusting. My pores are clogged, and my soul feels unclean. So many memories, so many letters, so many pictures of different people, places, times, and things. All gone. I thought my room had been purged. I was wrong. One more set of pictures to ( Read more... )

"I love you with all my heart and soul, but I hate you with every fibre of my being." I think you're wrong. It's your body that loves me, and wants me, and your heart that hates me. You give in to the temptation of flesh. I don't care about your soul it's going to hell. Your mind, I will admit, is superior to others, but you commit it to such ( Read more... )

It starts again and I dislike it again. Same people, same faces, same places, same immature teenage bullshit. It'd be kinda nice if some people could grow up and be a new person. But no, that's too much for some people, they stay fifteen and expect the world to stay stagnant. Things change, hunny, change with it or get lost. New faces made the day ( Read more... )