Here's another thing i never finished.

ladies and gentlemen, im so sorry.

Sunday.

yeah well my login didnt stop working so i couldnt actually get into blog spot till today. 

that so didnt happen. 

It almost snowed yesterday;

and now the suns tickling the fences and lining the tops of farmers bushes like 

silk underlays. 

im taking pills now. 

little white ones for times a day, perscription. 

they taste of nail polish remover.

and all those times i lost my p.e kit. 

and hospitals, and that time we visited mum and i wore wheelies and flew down the pale green halls because i was a plane. 

i wasnt really. 

and right now;

i just want to get better. 

I hope your all fairing out, okay. at least. ~

Monday.

WHAT MONDAY NEEDS:

glitter

duvets

 peter pan collars.

urban outfitters

milkshakes

 and pinky finger nails

magazines

 photographs

 movies

and cupcakes with frosting.

WHAT MONDAY HAS:

none of the above.

why oh why did they make mondays?

One Confession .

i dont know who i am. 

 but im starting to.

 

 promise. 

i feel sick thinking your all the way over there.

Dont protect me.

please. 

and what shocked me most. 

you wanted me to say something. sitting next to me, you were practically pleading. 

please say something please please just say something.

it didnt shock me that you lied

i hate to say it but you do enough

i just. dont dont dont 

want to see you hurt. 

three years later and i think my 

kisses will still be caught by you. 

because

Im still getting better. ~

and I leave the sky to land on my eyelashes.

 I once met a girl who was drowning. 

I offered her my hand, 

and she pulled me in.

now you tell me what colour my eyes are. 

I'll enlarge them for you, the size of penny pieces and thumb nails and 

cherry drops. 

We'll get as far as I'll get better and you'll get cheerful. 

its all in the air; right now-

I am dying, slowly but literally, to fill my life with people who fill my life. 

and im not yet quiet,

just screaming quietly.

now teach me how to learn so i may learn to teach. 

happiness. 

again. ~

dear diary, this is not a diary.

a sneak peak in side my tiny mind. 

yep, i keep a journal/notebook thing. It's small and blue with polka dots, filled with biro hearts and dinosaurs. Fashion and fantasy.

I scribble down lyrics and outfits, draw pictures of clothes and friends and random ramblings.

Everything is in that notebook.