February 2012
7 posts
So, there was this guy named Joey sitting next to me who looked like Ash Stymest except with freckles (which is even freaken’ cuter)
and he was talking to me
and I felt like I died and went to heaven. Yep.
Mentioning in your Facebook status that “there is plenty of fish in the sea” was a great way of telling me you are full of fucking shit. Thank you.
I’m starting to believe I have some kind of amnesia. I don’t recall any memories before I moved to this town. I read past text messages from old friends and I honestly feel like it’s someone else’s conversation and I’m starting to not recognise their faces anymore. I’m not sure if it’s just my mind going blank but it’s been about two days now and...
I need more friends.
Not for support but distraction from old, bad habits.
that feeling you get when you just know everything is going down hill from here.
I said I wanted to be more outgoing and friendly but now I miss my old depressing days of being anti-social, listening to Blink 182, playing computer games and cuddling my cat.
I want to strangle the people in this household.
January 2012
2 posts
I hate the fact that I can’t eat anything without feeling guilty about it. You’re supposed to eat to stay alive, everyone does it ffs.
I don’t know about you guiz but my memory of NYE is a complete blur and I ended up passing out before it even became the New Year lal TRU $P1R1T~
But from what I remember, or been told by the people I was with, I drank a bit too much before deciding to go swimming in my underwear and an upside bikini (well done Jessica), got hella fucking sunburnt, crash tackled my friend in a hallway who...
December 2011
3 posts
There’s only three more days of 2011 left. Is it just me or is it terrifying how fast these years pass?
I was just with my aunty who is very spiritual and was talking to ‘those above’. She was telling my sisters, cousins and I about how I see things in people that others don’t and that I’m a very curious person who is into witchcraft but she isn’t sure if it was to do with white (good) or black (bad). Either way I had to be careful or else it could backfire....
I’m trying my hardest to ignore you. That’s the simplest way I know of getting over this, but you aren’t helping one bit. It’s just making me worse.
November 2011
3 posts
Some days I wish I never knew what ‘love’ was or felt something similar to it.
Who am I kidding? you aren’t mine, you never were and you never will be.
October 2011
9 posts
How do you live so happily while I am sad and broken down.
I either a) starve ‘til I’m about to passout or b) eat ‘til I’m about to throwup. This is why I hate food.
I’m starting to ‘forget’ to eat again. Is it bad I find this as a positive thing..
Most of my favourite songs are about hating/not being in love, lawl.
September 2011
11 posts
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There is only one person who can automatically make me feel somewhat happy and he loses interest after a few hours of talking. I love my life.
Things I'm looking forward to in Summer:
• Wearing shorts and singlets.
• Laying outside in the sun.
• Using the air-conditioner without parents complaining.
• Eating ice-cream all the time.
• Late night walks and feeling lovely.
• Wearing only underwear to bed.
• Going to the beach.
• 7/11 slurpees.
• Cold showers/baths.
• Roadtrips.
DVDs, must own:
Resident Evil (all)
Underworld (all)
Caroline
The nightmare before Christmas
The nightmare on elm st.
Dawn of the dead
Land of the dead
Shaun of the dead
Queen of the damned
House of 1000 corpses
The twilight zone
The blair witch project
Suckerpunch
Trick n’ treat
Hocus Pocus
Addams Family&13;
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I want to..
I want to move out already. I want to finish school already. I want to be eighteen already. I want to dye my hair a crazy abnormal colour and cut it. I want to buy creepy gothic-like clothes and shoes from eBay. I want to have a job that doesn’t mind my hair colour or facial peircings. I want to get friends who don’t know or/and care about the past stories. I want to get mindlessly...
August 2011
13 posts
I don’t know what to do with my time anymore. Due to the fact that I refuse to talk to anybody that I do not have to see every day, I just sit at home, listen to music, reblog shit off here, draw or watch movies/shows on tv. That’s all I really can do. I can’t even have a decent sleep anymore. It’s stupid and I’m bored of life.
This thing hurts like hell, but what did you expect?
I need to learn to keep my feelings to myself.
Things I need to buy:
Those fucking wedges from Dotti.
Mother’s birthday present.
Clothes hanger.
20mm tapers +tunnels.
Patterned stockings from Myer and/or little Asian stores.
More horror movies.
The Sims.
Creepers on eBay.
Black nail polish and lipstick.
Why bother?
Why did you bother randomly talking to me after a year of being Facebook friends? Why did you bother having little chats every few hours of the day? Why did you bother asking for my number and texting me cute goodmorning texts every morning? Why did you bother planning a meet up? Why did you plan meet ups every weekend for months? Why did you bother saying you missed me only a few hours after...
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Today was lovely.
