Dancing in the dim light of night Two people too damaged, too much too late It’s not the same when you’re alone Back to the old habits, the funnies which are less than amusing. What happened, what happened? I’ll never see you again, will I darling?
We use numbers, but what is a number? We speak of justice, but what is justice? We describe things as beautiful, but what is beauty? We speak of before and after in time, but what is time? We describe things as real, but what is reality?
I can’t do this.
Stop waiting to be told how to feel.
Stop being so self-obsessed. IT’S BORING.
I know it's only the first day, but...
I don’t think I like Uni. Freshers was great, from I can remember anyway. Today I wandered around in a bubble, feeling utterly lifeless. I sat in my English Language lecture, surrounded by happy, talking people, feeling utterly alone. There was no one there who I felt like I would want to talk to. Even trying to explain this feeling in words means nothing; you don’t know, you...
When I grow up, I’m going to kill myself.
Why am I so unbelievably stupid, sometimes?!
“I think we should be friends” WHAT? WHAT? JUST WHAT, YOU TWAT? NO, I DON’T JUST WANT TO BE FRIENDS, I DO WANT MORE THAN A KISS AND I DO WANT A TIME MACHINE SO THAT I CAN GO BACK TO LAST NIGHT AND NOT SAY THESE FUCKING LIES. Why am I even allowed out in public when I’m in these retard modes? He asked me to leave this morning in the politest way possible and I think...
My boring post
I just attempted doing the laundry; wasted £5 and the tumble dryer didn’t even do anything. I now have a shitload of wet clothes, nothing to wear, no clothes horse, a lecture in an hour-ish and no clean towels. This freshers malarkey just gets better and fucking better, doesn’t it? I might just sort of try drying things with my hairdryer?
We danced the night away.
So paranoid I never want to leave this room.
Heartbeats are amazing.
If you can speak what you will never hear, if you can write what you will never...
Remember when hangovers were a rarity?
We wanted it to last forever.
I am so hungover this is unreal. What the devil happened last night? I can’t face my flat mates, they’re lovely as hell but I feel like death and look like satan on crack. I miss people I can talk to without having to get shitfaced first. I wish I could sleep. Whose bright idea was it to let women out of the kitchen and access things like alcohol and their own money?!
THIS IS IT
Your rough hands were a breath of fresh air.
“WHY ARE YOU PACKING THIS? DO YOU NEED THAT MANY PAIRS OF KNICKERS? WHY ARE YOU TAKING YOUR HEELS? WHERE ON EARTH ARE YOU GOING TO GO AT UNI THAT NEEDS YOU TO LOOK NORMAL? WHY SO MANY PENS? MAYBE YOU SHOULD LEAVE THE LAPTOP HERE. YOUR CAMERA IS STUPID AND YOU WILL BE MUGGED WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE? THAT MUSIC IS ANNOYING, THE BOY CAN’T SING. CHANGE IT OVER. WE SHOULD GET...