There's something about gritting your teeth, screaming as loud as you can, swearing with an ounce of pride in your voice that feels so oddly satisfying at one point in time, and can end up making you dread everything but that. You come to rely on your voice. It's the teaspoon of power you have left.
"To sleep on my bean bag because I can’t face the thought of sleeping in my bed, childish thoughts run rampant through my mind when I'm alone. This anxiety is killing me; my night light doesn’t work anymore because being in the light scares me more than the dark, you can see whats coming to get you. "
to the writer;
don't let little the little things ruin the greater things, because otherwise the greater things have no purpose.
there's a secret that only i can tell you. a secret that only you can read, and what you said.. it goes both ways.
you made my birthday the best possible birthday i could've had. you're amazing, so, thanks.
if you can wait to smile, then i can't wait to see you. just be happy, because their stubbornness isn't easily changed.
i'm a victim in a "villain".
'If you continue to sabotage your life like you are now, you need psychriatric help. If you want to live somewhere else, where you think it will be in your best interest, we'll help you go there.'
I fucking hate you both so much, all you do is cause misery and grief in not just your own but other people's families.
I fucking hate you both so much, all you do is cause misery and grief in not just your own but other people's families.
It's your birthday, and I have realised that you are probably one of the most special people in my life at the moment. I have missed you, and I'm seeing you today which is excellent. I would give you and the other special few the world if I could, have the best day ever big boy, you fucking deserve it.
Mum, if you do read this - which you probably will because you stalk everything I do now. Number one: get off my blog, this is like my diary and I'd appreciate some privacy. Number two: how you kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug from behind when I was eating my toast on the stairs meant so much to me and I know you did it then when dad was in the shower so he couldn't see. You're the poo, mum.
I have a photo kissing a green tree frog. I have a photo kissing a green tree frog. I have a photo kissing a green tree frog. I have a photo kissing a green tree frog. I have a photo kissing a green tree frog. I have a photo kissing a green tree frog. I have a photo kissing a green tree frog. I have a photo kissing a green tree frog.
If I was to be asked by my parents what I had learned from fleeing to Darwin, I'd just reply with, 'those who make you unhappy are not worth your breath. Just because I come out of your vagina and was split out of your sperm cell, does not give me full obligation to say I love you'. To be honest, I don't even like you.
Macca's conversation with a fat bitch, 'my boss is a clown'.. Girl are you serious? It's 4:53am, we need sleep and YOU are trying to convince me it's completely fair that grimace or his other mates aren't equally your boss. WHAT THE FUCK?
We're completely sober, we're eating a shit load and this fat chick is fucking with my mind!
Fuck yeah
We're completely sober, we're eating a shit load and this fat chick is fucking with my mind!
Fuck yeah
A Cold and frosty morning there's not a lot to say
About the things caught in my mind
As the day was dawning my plane flew away
With all the things caught in my mind
And I wanna be there when you're...
Coming down
And I wanna be there when you hit the ground
So don't go away say what you say
But say that you'll stay
Forever and a day...in the time of my life
Cos I need more time yes I need more time
Just to make things right
Damn my situation and the games I have to play
With all the things caught in my mind
Damn my education I can't find the words to say
About all the things caught in my mind
Me and you what's going on?
All we seem to know is how to show
The feelings that are wrong
About the things caught in my mind
As the day was dawning my plane flew away
With all the things caught in my mind
And I wanna be there when you're...
Coming down
And I wanna be there when you hit the ground
So don't go away say what you say
But say that you'll stay
Forever and a day...in the time of my life
Cos I need more time yes I need more time
Just to make things right
Damn my situation and the games I have to play
With all the things caught in my mind
Damn my education I can't find the words to say
About all the things caught in my mind
Me and you what's going on?
All we seem to know is how to show
The feelings that are wrong
So my sister and I were talking outside before, having the casual cigarette, you know - the usual? We were briefly talking about exchange, and London and New York came into conversation.
The conversation had ended.
Until then, Steph excused herself and headed to the bathroom to dye her hair. Before you know it, I hear her thumping, sprinting down the stairs and jumps down the last couple of stairs, stops and opens her arms and says 'lets go to France!' in her bra and underwear.
Lovely Steph, just lovely.
So it looks like Steph and I, and perhaps Monique are making our way over to France next year for a visual arts trip.
Shit fucking yes.
The conversation had ended.
Until then, Steph excused herself and headed to the bathroom to dye her hair. Before you know it, I hear her thumping, sprinting down the stairs and jumps down the last couple of stairs, stops and opens her arms and says 'lets go to France!' in her bra and underwear.
Lovely Steph, just lovely.
So it looks like Steph and I, and perhaps Monique are making our way over to France next year for a visual arts trip.
Shit fucking yes.
Oh, how I have been longing for one of these moments again. Home alone, it's that Thursday night, I didn't go to school nor did I feel shit today. I'm drinking my coffee, smoking my cigarette and embracing the moment of an empty house. The humble feeling inside me when I'm doing so, hearing Jeff Buckley's sweet, sweet voice blaring uncontrollably in the loungeroom. This is what I have been waiting for.
Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand....until you hold my hand
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand....until you hold my hand
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
There's this drawing of a tree. This tree has thirteen individual branches which represent thirteen individual kids. Twelve leaves to represent to represent the twelve days we spent together. We don't stop growing as our parents are the trees fertilizer but our support.
This is a sketch of the first coffee that brought me civilization to my mind. Hudsons coffee - cappucino, two sugars and a sprinkle of vanilla on top.
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