Background ( Read more... )

I'm closing this journal. I don't like looking back on the girl I was.
Hindsight's always 20/20.
I have a new one though, written by a different girl.
Retro_Vinyl.
You can find me in a search for 'site and user'.

See ya mate.
I feel loved.

Smile, just because you're told to ( Read more... )

I was designed to break your heart. my only real crime is my obsession with documenting it.and maybe the way i still love you after the flash on the camera cools off.

Things that Courteney is pissed off about at the moment.
Uni.
Uni.
Uni.
Luke.
Uni.
Uni.
Uni.
This pit in my stomach.
Uni.
Being left alone for a week.
Uni.

Sometimes I want to scream at her 'Shut Up, Shut Up, Shut Up!' Because frankly i'm getting rather sick of listening to her snide comments about everything that I say, and I mean everything. Not one thing I said last night went uncontested. She picked, picked, picked until I honestly wanted to say 'goodnight, I'm going home.' Which I would have, had ( Read more... )

I'm a little lost, a little lonely, and a little confused ( Read more... )

FUCK YOU ( Read more... )

I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me.
With water to ( Read more... )

My thoughts are driving faster than an unregistered car in the Northern Territory, and i've really got no way to pull the hand-brake on them, so i have decided to vomit them from the tips of my fingers. Hmm, projectile vomiting at it's best. 10 streams (or 8 if you want to get particular and call a thumb, a thumb) of vomit, shooting from my fingers ( Read more... )