I'm scared. Please just love me, my lovely.
Drawing pictures of my new housemates.
with tales and feelings
replicating themselves until we dont even notice them. e are them. everyday of eevery week. sleeping under damp blankets where love making has taken place, and feeling wrong for loving someone more than your lover.
Three day drug/drinking binge.
First night was supposed to be quiet. but i took pills and did lines instead. and it was a nice relaxed buzz, getting to know some new people. :) and a lovely boy, who i sat with for most of the night and early morning until we made a makeshift bed and held hands allnight. thursday night. more people over, drinking until 8am. went to a house party , which fairly failed. so people went...
I'm sick of sickness.
I’m sick of reality. Of death and having to whitness death everywhere. being shown people dying. people exploding. people killing other people. i dont care what it makes me. i want to sit back, in my own little bubble, and not have to deal with it. It makes me angry and upset. i feel like a fragile being. why should anybody have to deal with this. accidents are accidents. But people please!...