[Drive Faster Boy.]'s diary
When everything is lonely,
I can be my own best friend.
*Sigh*
One
Two.
I remember you were INCREDIBLE.
Hey, Shut up.
Hey, Shut up.
Yeah.
15 THINGS TO MAKE UR PARENTS THINK UR INSANE!!
1. Follow them around the house everywhere.
2. Moo when they say your name.
3. Run into walls.
4. Say that wearing clothes is against your religion.
5. Stand over them at four in the morning with a huge grin on your face and say, good morning sunshine
6. Pluck someone's hair out and yell, "DNA"
7. Wear a sticker that says, "I’m a retard"
8. Have 20 imaginary friends that you talk to all the time.
9. In public yell, "No Mom/Dad, I will not make out with you!!"
10. Do what they actually tell you.
11. Jump off the roof, trying to fly.
12. Hold their hand and whisper to them, I see dead people.
13. At everything they say yell, Liar.
14. Try to swim in the floor.
15. Tap on their door all night.
I laughed my ass off reading these.
Me: Izzzzzy Your a schisdhfixp
Izzy: :) I do love you mally...um btw. whats a schisdhfixp. Usually I can work out what your saying, but that was just...beyond me.
You are amazing.
To put it bluntly
You are the best friend anyone could want.
You quite literally sparkle
Even more so if you've just had RE with Ian
But that's not the point
Honestly, I cant tell you who, because they'd kill me, but I know guys who would fall over themselves to be with you..
And your mum?
She tells you you're wrong
She tells you, you need to work harder
But quite frankly, who gives a shit?
you're working as hard as you physically and mentally can.
You’re holding up your social life and your school life
You’re horrifically intelligent
You’re absolutely beautiful
Nobody actually gives a shit about your size
It just emphasizes your boobs more.
You are u n i q u e
That’s something not everybody can say they are.
And, more importantly, I love you.
Right?
You got that?
looooooove
A whole big shiny ball of it
A big shiny pink ball
With glittery bits
Like... a disco ball.
A pink one.
Full of love
So many people love you mally
And when you're 15, and you have so many friends who love you, and to be fair, that's the biggest and brightest thing you can have when you're 15.
Right.
Glad we've got that straight.
The words we say to eachother,
arent meant for anyone else.
God Made POT on this world.
Man made alcohol.
FUCK WE WERE MADE TO BE HIGH.
Just read an interesting article on the use of colour;;
RED;; Self Confidience. Vitality. Courage.
Connects us to our physical body.
ORANGE;; Happiness. Resourcefulnes
Connects us to our senses and helps to remove inhibitions and makes us independent and social.
YELLOW;; Clarity. Wisdom. Self-Esteem.
Connects us to our mental self.
GREEN;; Balance. Love. Self-Control.+
Connects us to unconditional love and is used for balancing our whole being.
BLUE;; Knowledge. Health. Decisiveness.
Connects us to holistic thought, and gives us wisdom and clarity enhancing communication and speech.
We are far less then we knew.
Far less than we knew.
But you know what?
We always knew what we could do.
I'll Need something to remind me of us.
and you understood.
and you'de take care of me.
You'de always be there.
Well, where are you now?
The plans were never finalised. </3
All I Do, Is Sing and Sing Of Awful things.
Cuz youve changed
Yeah, youve changed.
Finally I'll see
the sky thats been
Avoiding
Me.
Nick: Dont be sad
Me: Im not sad!
Nick: then what are you?
Me: Im a girllll
I Prefer some of Oasis' Slower stuff, I think. <3 Like Dont look back in anger.
And,
Stop crying your heart out.
Me: Hey Babe, What colours do you think wouldnt suit me?
Nick: Hmmmm Maybe Yellow OR something.
Me: Dude you've never seeen me in yellow thats all.
Nick: Hehe, What about me?
Me: UMMM.....Gold :)
Nick: lmao.
You Know What?
Nope, Me either.
I Know He Has HOTSEXYSHOULDERS. Like.
I love the definition on his body. Chiseled yet so soft.
He's a work of artistic Perfection. Cryptic [.Colour.] Written in song and lyrics, Enscribed into sand. His chords crash against the my shore.
[.Its Music To My Ears.]
Hey, I had some to drink last night. But not too much, which is what I like. I find that the moment gets ruined if you have too much to drink. Much love in moderation right? Right. So then, Bertie slept over at mine. We talked till like, 5:30 in the morning, and we fell asleep tickling eachothers arms and hands.
It was pretty magical, Actually.
It feels so good to find someone who understands, and actually shares some of the weird shit that goes on in my head. For example, how I think, and all differnt voices and stuff that talk in my head when I need to do something really mundane, like climb the stairs.
Anyway I dont want to talk about it because Ill just seem like another of those "I hear voices, gunshots and dying babies in my head" girls.
Im not like that atall. Its just annoying. Bee knows how I feel though, and it feels so good to have someone.
We made some resoloutions together, which are pretty awesome.
We're gonna be emo.
We've decided to totally Re-Make ourselves from new year.
New clothes, new hair, new Me.
Everything. I know it sounds silly, how we're actually trying to AIM TO CONFORM by being emo.
Just like everyone else.
But it gets so fucking tyring trying so hard to be different and original all the time. Who knows, I might just become original and unique, without realising it. But till then, we're happy with conforming with everybody else.
She left this morning. I had to give her mom directions, I did so good, giving the fact that I suck at directions.
Now im listening to marshal mathers and life is good.
I love you Bee.
B: How much weed should we get?
M: Omg would you be quieter, my mom is just downstairs!
B: Sorrrrry!
M: K its alright.
B: So what shall we get?
M: um...*SO LOUD BY ACCIDENT* LETS GET SOME SKUNK
B: *stares*...Tha
M: SHIT.
B: Uhh
M: I mean, Skunk, the band skunk.
B: *shakes head*
Im a really slow Eater.
People almost always out eat me.
</3 New Year.
I used to say "Like" at the end of sentences
To just Piss people off like.
In real life, Lyke.
And now.
I cant Stop. Lyke.
Its not so bad on the computer,
Because I Can stop I guess, Lyke.
Or just not type it,
Lyke this. >No LYKE<
But, In real life,
Its Pretty bad.
I was doing it all last night with Hatty Lyke.
Kinda Addictive.
Like Bye.
/Out.
Snap Bang
Thts exactly like, what I was thinking like.