Nothing sounds weird to me now. In fact, I would love some rubbish talk right about now. I want to fill my head with all sorts of crap that I go to sleep with nightmares and that I'll even wake up with a cold sweat. I don't want anyone to tell me that it's going to be alright because I'd probably scream like a girl who'd just seen a ghost. My face will be so pale I'll make Snow White jealous. I'll play the little psychotic girl in horror movies, where she just huddles in a corner, wraps her arms around her knees and just rocks back and forth like the wall was a constant back pillow. I would love to cry in front of someone just to make them feel helpless because I know they can't help me. I'll flinch when they try to embrace me like they had just stabbed me. I'll walk alone in the pouring rain and get sick and skip school for longer than I'm allowed. I'll stuff myself with whipped cream like how they do in the movies and down any booze I have. I'll sleep on the streets and throw up in the morning like I had just gotten pregnant. 


I don't want to believe that I'm capable of being loved.

I never knew a human being could be so DAMN HEARTLESS. 
Thanks. Really. Thanks a lot.
I don't even know why I tried.

I just know that I fell in and out of sleep a hell lot, almost every hour, that my mind started to hate it. Started to hate me.
So it made me think of a whole lot of crap and eventually I started to enjoy it.


The only way I would spend my weekend.

You and I are free now

You Me

So why did you want me to drive you?

I missed your car.

And?

That's it.

You don't miss me?

Why the hell would I miss you?

Why wouldn't you?

Caus you're a jerk.

I'm not.

Okay.

I'm not a jerk. Why do you think I am?

You've fucked me over a coupla times.

No I didn't.

Yes you did.

You're talking crap.

No, you are.

If you have something to say to me, then say it.

Okay. Fuck you.

Get out of the car.

Hahahahahahahha.

I'm serious.

Oh I'm scared.

You better be. I'm not kidding.

Neither am I.

What?

I'm scared of you.

You're crazy.

I'd never know when you'll hurt me next. It could be next week, next month or even five seconds later.

I...

Well it's fine, really. I've gotten used to it.

I've never hurt you.

Just drive.

It's like you're screaming, and no one can hear

Nicholas Hoult aka Tony Stonem. Much hotter when not filming. :P

Why are people from Skins so beautiful. :(

It took me a while but I think I've finally thought of what I wanted for my 17th.
Go to a club and get wasted.
Haha just kidding but seriously I wanted to try my first martini. 
Other than that I just wanted to head deep into the city and see some sights before I leave for a wifi-less area on Sunday. Oh and get a Starbucks. 

Stop staring at me, maths

Soooo, I forgot that I had a birthday this month. Several times, actually. But I kinda wish that I didn't remember. Now I gotta think of a way to treat myself. 




Well, I know I want a Starbucks.

From a distance, but always near

A stand soon developed into a squat, then a cross-legged sit, and then eventually I laid on the ground.


But I never stopped watching you despite you never turning around for a second.