Do you love me ( Read more... )

I knew I would freak if I didn't have something to occupy me. I wrote notes to Jagger, Oz, Dominic, and started running out of people to write to. Twirled my thumbs, tapped my fingers. I swore that the clock was moving backwards. Do you ever feel like screaming out in the middle of a silent room? I felt like that the whole day ( Read more... )

I am invisible, but you can see me. I can't see you, I'm being blinded. Finally I'm allowed to walk off, take off the skirt with lipstick on it, and play me again ( Read more... )

Another long day. Paint under my nails, blisters beneath my stocking feet ( Read more... )

( I so *heart* these. )

Toller yells at us to sit down in advisory. Some perspectives thing, I'm already losing control over my attention span. I sit in between Lolli and Dominic, who, kneeling on either side of me make me feel like a queen ( Read more... )

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I kind of want to collapse. Like in the computer game where you stack up the coloured bricks and suddenly they fall. That's me ( Read more... )

I can't even think of what to write ( Read more... )

I seem to be slipping away a little bit ( Read more... )