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Monday, 28 March 2011

Party

I swear to anyone who is listening, if I get anymore excited right now I'll fucking explode into a full blown party.

Saturday, 26 March 2011

Wrong

Life would go a damn sight smoother if you just admitted you were wrong for once.

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Well...

I just oredered a colour changing frisbee.

Just thought you should know how cool I am.

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Angels

All because of you,

I believe in angels.

Not the kind with wings,

No, not the kind with halos,

The kind that bring you home,

When home becomes a strange place.

I'll follow your voice,

All you have to do is shout it out. <3

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

If all goes well, me and Looch will be seeing them live in May (:

Sunday, 13 March 2011

Something something

A mis-match of random things that have found their way into my iPod notes.


All I can hear is static. The empty noise resonating around my head. This silence is louder than anything I've ever heard. But I live for silence, it's perfect, golden. 

Why? Though you want an answer everyone treats it as rhetorical, I guess because they don't have an answer either. Such frustration. 

Deserving: who says you do and who says you don't? You don't deserve this? Maybe, but you probably brought it on yourself in the first place. Or maybe, you never deserved whatever it was in the first place, in which case this is all punishment. 

Hey, didn't we agree self-pity wasn't worth it? 

But there's still tomorrow, forget the sorrow. And I can't be on the last train home, watching half the day as it fades away. no more time to care, no more time today. 

Something tells me you're overreacting. Stop?

Sunday, 6 March 2011

I'm a fake

Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die;
I'm not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight,
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pygmy sized cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill and spill over and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black, broken heart.
Love is not like anything,
Especially a fucking knife!

Look at me.
You can tell,
By the way I move and do my hair,
Do you think that it's me?
Or it's not me?
I don't even care.
I'm alive, i don't smell
I'm the cleanest I have ever been.

I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry.
Dry.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.

Do I drink?
Do I date?
I've got perfect placements,
all my ink.
Satisfied, in your eyes.
I'm the biggest fan I've got right now.
I made sure that I look how I wanted to look.
The people around me,
The people surround me.

I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry.
Dry.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.

Just look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
Just look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake.

My stomach hurts now,
And all tied off in lace.
I pray, beg for anything to hit me in the face.
And this sickness isn't me.
And I pray to fall from grace.
The last thing I see is feeling.

And I'm telling you I'm a fake,
I'm telling you I'm a fake.
I'm telling you I'm a fake.
I'm telling you I'm a fake.
I'm telling you I'm...

Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.

Just look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
Just look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake.

Fake!
Fake!
Fake!
Genuine fake!!!


FUCK YOU COMPUTER! FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! Finally about to let out some emotion I thought I finally had the words for and my slag of a computer crashes and I lose two paragraphs of an emotion breakdown! Didn't even save a back-up. FML.

Friday, 4 March 2011

Hurt

I hurt myself today
 
To see if I still feel
 
I focus on the pain
 
The only thing that's real
 
The needle tears a hole
 
The old familiar sting
 
Try to kill it all away
 
But I remember everything

Tuesday, 1 March 2011

Phone

Note to self: always check you have your phone charger with you...