Hi,
Today I got the wrong bus and my mom had to pick me up from Asda.
Harriet farted in my locker. Well, she says it wasnt her, but who else could it have been?
I begged you not to go. I begged you like my holy hope, and watched to floor as you retreated.
Drama was good. Dance was good. English was okay and Maths was interesting.
See you.
x
Me: *Ranting about how much my Media teacher hates me*
Martyn: I think you should jsut leave her to it...
Me: I think I should just stab her in the fucking head.
Martyn: I think thats NOT a good idea.
Martyn: So what do you think of that thing that was on James' Computer?
Me: Oh, Well initially I was just thinking "Whatever floats your boat you sick perverted pedophilic bastard".
Martyn: Nice one.
Ian: You seem to be taking the break up very well mally :)
Me: Meh, Nothing lasts forever.
Ian: *Awkward silence* Except polystyrene.
Me: Yeah fuck men, im going to start dating plastics.
Ian : Yeah , I think you should :D
Me: In my next relationship, I will be dating polystyrene.
Bertie: I know this is weird but do you ever think that particular fonts and font colours suit particular people?
Me: Ah huh, Yeah I do. What do you think suits me?
Bertie: I think I Suit you.
Me: are we talking about fonts or you bertie?
Bertie: Fonts.
Me:....Are you a font?
The party was fun.
Drank too much.
I puked 4 times.
Passed out/slept spontainiously a couple of times.
Confessed my undying love for anything that moved.
Yeah.
Thats Alcohol. </3
I DONT LIKE CUM ON TOAST THANKS HARRIET.
Ew.
I feel sick. Um.
Yeah, Maybe he's right.
Who am I to give him what he needs.
Who am I to be "The one."
To be the "Only One".
Its difficult and you have to put alot into a relationship.
Who am I to fill this void.
The void that we created.
Its not like I never tried to be the one you want.
Its not like I never tried to be the one you need.
And the way you want.
But maybe, I could be the one you need?
If you#de only just let me.
Rowan: So Malavika, do you think im like...sexy or like, are you like, attracted to me?
Me: Uhm...Your not really my type Rowan.
Rowan: Is it cuz Im black?
Me: Yes Rowan its because you are black.
Rowan: *Long silence*...Nig
Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else
Somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself
These foolish games are tearing me apart
You're tearing me, tearing me, tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart
If I could start again,
A million miles away,
I would keep myself.
I would find a way.
<3 Sian, thank you for being there for me :$.
I thought you were not my kind
I thought I could never feel for you.
The passion and love you were feeling
and so you left,
For someone new.
And now that your far and away,
im sending a letter today.
She got hte love that she was dreaming of,
She never found the words to say,
But I know that today,
She's gonna send her letter to you.
She could dare to fall in love with you.