my heart is yours to hold ( Read more... )

white pills and fluroescent drinks ( Read more... )

I feel sick and sorry. I don't think I can do this.

I shouldn't be surprised that I screwed up again.

"all that hate is gonna burn you up." he said "it keeps me warm at night ( Read more... )

Scratch all I wrote. there are worse things and I would know. how could I? what is WRONG with me?

I can't even write about it here yet. I want to stay in my room and cry all morning, all weekend. why? why me, why this, why at all ever? I can't... I'm speechless even letter by letter.

so I am back at exeter. And don't you berate me for lack of writing over the easter break, because I have been busy in Singapore and also going to Australia, which is both beautiful and fantastic. Although I have been writing again properly, just writing, verse and prose, for the first time in ages in more than short bursts. hopefully that is ( Read more... )

I'm home now. I'm okay. The family are frustrating but I'm getting by. Getting fat on cake and iced coffee. mcr was... oh. just speechlessly amazing. I can't even tell you.

It feels good to be warm and drama-free. Breathe.

I suddenly really, REALLY feel like brioche. I wish I lived anywhere near a supermarket ( Read more... )

Valentine's Day, alineof&hearts&hearts&hearts in a journal box. Charlotte and Jack and I met up on campus for lunch today, on the way back down the steps there were girls selling roses, fundraising for something (love at cost, start saving up now). I laughed and told them I'd have to find someone to give one to first.

my (common) golden thread ( Read more... )

Okay, I am beyond excited about Fall Out Boy now. Theoretically this should be tempered by my inability to find skintight skinny jeans on today's shopping trip, meaning that I'm going to be a whole world of pain wearing my vice-like size 8s (which, actually, I couldn't even fit my calves into a few months ago. I'm under no illusions about my size ( Read more... )