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3rd Apr, 2009

Ok so, i made myself a new journal, ask for it if you want it. x

I'm planning on completely changing over to that journal within the next month.
Hey guiseee.....


Have you seen this?

Russell Brand / Pete Wentz. lmao.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzzkA0cb8KU

PS,


i guess i miss missing you.
nothing's ever good enough for you.
but i've done the best i could and now i'm done.
it's over.
get over it.

Having nightmares in the day time.
let's pretend like this is the end of the world. 
(if we wish hard enough this'll end right here)
everythings perfect.
Let's destroy it. 
leave everyone's memory untainted. 
cross your fingers or cross your friends.  
act like you're cross. 
everything means something. 
but 'something...' means nothing. 
 Im fed up of people telling me to stop caring about bands so much.
Im fed up of people telling me to pay less attention to the dudes behind the music. 
im fed up of people assuming this means i know nothing of the music they play.
All these bands that i'd die for, full of shitty dudes i've never met. 
They save kid's lives. They saved MY life. 
It isn't 'all about the music', you know? 
it's all about those dudes that travelled for sometimes years of their lives in some shitty broken van.
Those dudes that just wanted someone to take notice to what they had to say. 
to pay attention to the fact they're starving and heartbroken and lonely, but they're still THERE
they're still touring. They're still waiting for someone to listen. they're still there for every kid thats been there since the beggining
they're still there for every kid thats heart beats just for them. 
they're still there for ME. 
 I officially do not attend waingels college anymore. 
HAHA. 

last ever picture of me in my school jumper, under cut.



xo. 

ps. geog was okishnot. meh.
 ungh. i have that song in my head....

"Love is not like anything, especially a fucking knife."
i love the used. 

i think i just completely fucked up the last physics exam im ever gonna do, but lets not tell daddy that. :)

im so tired. and i feel sick. 

i need to do my freaking paper round but i have no energy.
i think im sick. but i also think it should wait till friday. please.
i would love to be ok for one more day and finish my exams. 

geography tomoz, then im done peoples :).

11th Jun, 2008

 I had a nightmare in which i killed Pete Wentz and put his dead body in a suitcase.
which was actually scary.
and for some reason i was in argentina. 

yeh dude. that SCARED me. pssh. 
so yeh. no sleeping for a while again.

Today is the second to last day i ever have to wear my school uniform.

funfunfun.

tommorow ill take some pictures and and show you lot how gross it is. 
and green.
this song just made me cry.
im blaming xscenexfreakx for reminding me that this band even exists.
so thanks :).



Do you remember how we met?
Silhouetted by the lights...
You were drunk and tried to take a mental picture with your hands
I was thinking about that
And a bunch of other things
Stop looking at the floor...
I need to pour out this expansive dose of words.

I can't explain...
I need to be alone.

I know the timing isn't great
But these things, you just can't plan.
I just need a little time
So I can find myself again
'Cause I get buried underneath
All the things they think you are
And I'm too tired to pretend it doesn't hurt
To be left out

I had a pocket full of dreams
But I gave them all to you
Now I think I want them back
So can you tell me if I'm crazy or confused?
Don't ever change
The way you are
I've never loved anyone more.

6th Jun, 2008

i feel like i'm living in every place you'd never wanna see.
these words are like photographs.
capturing one mo(ve)ment in time.

let's spread secrets like disease.
and let praise grow staler than week old bread.
this is the antithesis of everything you ever wanted. 

taking everything we ever loved and chucking it.
let's break our own hearts first.
but remember you're never far behind.

wading out deep enough to drown.

this is me trying to remember every bottle you ever swallowed from
and every song you ever screamed to.
every book you ever shed a tear over
and every movie that had you falling off your chair.

immortalise this moment in photographs
smile for the camera
pretend like everything's ok.

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