The boy and I stretched my ears last night and somehow managed to fit majority of the fleshie's in, which was surprising considering how small my earing hole WAS ( Read more... )

I'm not easilly influenced, but I'm starting to sway [with the help of opinions from others]that he is slightly different to what I made him out to be ( Read more... )

I’ve been waiting so long for the day to come that I could hold him in my arms and claim him my own. And just as I feel it arriving, he turns his back on me without a second glance, throwing my fucking heart on the floor and stepping on it as he leaves ( Read more... )

Kate and I spent the entire bus trip home listening and singing to Dashboard Confessional ( Read more... )

"I dont want to make this a big deal ( Read more... )

Alone here in the confines of this dark, damp concrete cell ( Read more... )

Dear journal ( Read more... )

I am so overtired. I am so overtired to the point where I feel as if I am hillucinating. I'm seeking my purpose again. I'm dancing in the shadows among my bedroom wall. The wall is purple. The shadows peek through the curtains. The curtains that are wooden. And difficult to dust. With a duster that is yellow. And so I follow down the same spiral of ( Read more... )

( PHOTO UPDATE: Lora + Jake + Fran + Vodka + Town + Hungry Jacks )

A bottle of Vodka in Hungry Jacks. Never ending soft drink refills.
Fran wearing eyeliner and red lipstick. Drunk. Dropping things from
my bag, like, everywhere.
Locking myself in the toilet. Trying to get out of the toilet. Panic.
Nathan. 'Bag of water boy'. 'Researching' the pink flowers. Watching
silly children make out. Noise. Fun. Noise. Fun.
But ( Read more... )