Too much candy gonna ride your soul.

If she loves you let her go, oh love's gonna get you down.

Angelica and Kennard and Lennon are making my days filled with much laughter. Amusing. But I'm a little traumatised by Angelica. Cos when I'm sitting with her I cannot stop giggling. CANNOT. Amazing.

Absolutely outstanding.

Sorry for short posts, I'm like blogging every day so I can't really think about what to say. OMGOSH IT RHYMES.

I love love and cigarettes.

The friends you tried to make away with have died.

I think maybe it's time

to think about the weather

All the things we shared before

All the times we spent together

Skewer my hopes for no tomorrow

Selectively poison my mind when

I try to sew my eyes closed

Needle meet thread

Thread meet needle

shake hands

I'll go to bed to night

and sleep into a dreamless dream

I'm dreading tomorrow

Mummy I have a paper cut

Slit myself up on the pages of the black book

that tells me where, when and why I'd die

My blood flows through the mighty river

crevices of paper that makes my bones run

dry.

When I said we I meant me.

I think the most retarded thing now is that while someone that I haven't been taking seriously all this while, I've not been taking myself seriously when I say that I LOVE HIM. Very much yes. Dammit where is all the sense going in this world?

I LIKE HIM I LIKE HIM I LIKE HIM I LOVE HIM.

I feel so strange! It's like something like a betrayal. But why is it that somewhere in this heart, buried under the folds and folds of drama is a small wisp of hope and a small hope of likeness, small small small but still there and barely discernable.

But it's still there, and still alive.

Very very much alive. And beating. Every day I see him and it just falls into place, everything. Everything.

Everything.