If I could sleep...
I look like shit.
Feel like it too.
And now I'll feel cold all the time:
That's what it does to you.
And when you're already feeling pretty shite...
God, it fucks you up.
And Stanley. He'll just make it worse.
Four dragging hours
And then lunch:
The servant goes for food
It would be too much for them to get it themselves...
I'm the one who ruined it.
Don't blame yourself.
You're not the WHORE.
I can't see straight.
My vision's blurry
And this time it's not from the booze
There are tears in my eyes you see
They won't stop falling
If you knew the pain...
You take it back
Buy I don't believe you
The damage is already done,
Sweetheart.
It's too late.
Drip.
A long trail to follow
Over the contours of the human face.
From eye to chin
Or there abouts.
Then a long drop to the pillow,
Aided by a sob:
The shaking of a broken body;
A shattered soul.
Does it matter at all?
The pillows saturated,
And now the tears just fall:
No long trail from eye to chin to pillow.
Just straight to pillow.
Leaf out your book Ed, or rather your diary... Depressing poetry.
The words sting
And so do the tears that follow
Acid
Do the words hurt you too
I wonder...
I'm curled in a ball
Trying to rid myself of this pain
But it won't leave me.
Dirty little whore.
We all know who you are.
Over there,
This one,
That one,
They all blend together for you.
Can you even tell the difference now?
Surprised if you can…
Dirty little bitch.
They hate you,
Can’t you tell?
Or are you so naive?
Idiot.
Stupid cow.
Really, how could you?
I’m sure you knew what you were doing.
Really, you did.
Didn’t you?
Shit.
Lmfao.
Ice Skating@Life. This Saturday. 12 Noon.
If I was fucking anorexic, sunshine, I wouldn't be this fucking big.
Yeah, so what? Go back a few years and I was really fat.
Does it matter that I've lost weight?
I'm smaller than you clotehs wize and I'm 5 years older. To me, my precious, that means you loose the weight.
If I was even skinny for fucks sake, I'd be a size 10 or something.
So you just shut the fuck up. I don't need this shit from you of all people.
You know I've never been particularly happy with myself.
I've always been fat. I've always been ugly. Now I can control, at least, my weight. Two years ago I couldn't, no matter what I did.
My bones aren't sticking out: I'm not anorexic.
Even now I eat too fucking much.
Take a look at my friends. Compare me to them.
I'm not exactly skinny when I'm next to them
Viktor&Rolf@H&M looks amazing.
Anyone up for Ice-Skating@Li
fe sometime? Anytime? It's really fun... And I get discount I can get other people discounted access into the centre too, just not ice-skating.
OMG.
I like MCR.
It's Alan Robson's fault...
He interviewed them and it was played last night...
Alan: So, how many times do you go?
MCR Member: 3 or 4 times a day...
Alan: Christ, you're full of shit!
MCR Member: Oh, that's what you mean!
I need someone to come to Tyneside Cinema with me.
I don't want to go on my own.
I need to see Marie Antoinette for French.
Don't worry, the film's in English!
Saturday at 12.20 anyone?