Whoa.
Interesting day.
Actually.
It was fucking awful.
Read on to find out why!
I love my friends to pieces
They’re like
Part of my heart
And he was saying some really nasty stuff to them and about them
And he's like, always saying stuff
And it was really hurting them
As in
They were really upset
Tash was mortified
He was making stuff up about her and cal
And accusing her of being a cheater and everything
When in all fairness, he doesn’t know jack and it's actually none of his business
Anyway
I was angry because he's SO 2 faced, and he's always acting like my best friend then saying how much he hates me behind my back, and saying stuff about all my friends, and he keeps making rumours up, and today, I was angry with him, really angry, because he was having a mass go at Tash, and I was already upset and moody cos I’m feeling like shit (migraine) so I went up behind him and slapped him.
I didn’t slap him hard, at all. If id wanted to hurt him, I would have sent him reeling, but then, he turned round and walloped me in the chest, and that was a BIG shock. It hurt.
A lot.
Mentally and physically.
And he'd said all that stuff about me bitching about the guys, when I would NEVER do anything like that.
So I thought all the guys were angry with me, and it turns out that Martyn thought I walloped him hard round the face and that I was faking the mark on my chest
Which hurt.
And THEN, it turns out SOMEBODY’S reported this, so I reckon I’m gonna get in trouble. Mrs. Armstrong’s already been round for statements etc.
I have to see Mrs. Orton in the morning with Tash.
I’m just gonna have to tell the truth about James.
*sigh*
I didn’t want anything to happen after that.
I wanted it just to get forgotten, like nothing ever happened.
But at least I’ve sorted it out with Marts. Like, I explained everything, and I was like, still friends? And he went ‘Yeah, always will be.’
Sweet or what?
He’s still the same Martyn, deep down. See Mally? There’s still a bit of Martyn left.
So yeah.
Bad day.
I'm also still really ill.
Oh yeah.
I didn't tell you about me illness did I?
I'm really really ill.
Yay!
I couldn't stand up on Monday night.
I was in so much pain.
(Migraine)
Mum wanted to take me to hospital.
Oops.
Love you Enigma.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I'm so scared.
Why can I hear these things?
It didn't bother me before.
But now...
I don't understand.
I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool...
Everyone's got their chains to break
Holding you...
Were you born to resist
Or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you...
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you...
I'm hearing things again
Haha
The phone ringing
The drumbeat in my head
The baby crying
The conversations with my friends
The footsteps behind me
None of them are real...
♥ I heard what you said The leaders are dead ♥ They're robbing the skies I can hear their followers cry: ♥ oooooo Starlings in the slipstream Ooooooo Starlings in the slipstream ♥ oooooo Starlings in the slipstream Ooooooo Starlings in the slipstream ♥ oooooo Starlings in the slipstream Pavement are teh sex
We had a 2 minutes silence in Millenium Square today.
For the 53 + people who died in the London bombings.
Tell me, did we hold a minutes silence for the thousands of innocent Iraqis who died in the 'War on Terror'?
Did we hold a minutes silence for the millions of people who were raped and murdered in Rwanda?
Do we hold a minutes silence for all the heartbroken teenagers who take their lives?
It sounds so heartless, but why?
Why do we not seem to care about the ones who die in silence?
The ones who are sacrificed and cannot be heard.
Because they don't have huge emergency rescue teams?
Because they cant afford press coverage?
Or because we simply dont care?
Question: What is the best, most effective way to destroy a life?
Is it to shoot them in the head?
Or to plunge a knife into their beating heart.
Is it to hang them by their neck from a doorframe?
Or to beat them until their body is broken.
Is it to drop their leaded lifeform into the cold, dark river?
Or to push them into a sea of broken shards and biting creatures.
Answer: It is to break their heart.
hahahahahahaha
hahahahahahaha
hahahahahahaha
hahahahaha she didn't wake up
hahaha she's going to die
haha she won't like being dead
ha why is she dying?
i love my grandma
I don't want her to die
How many tears does it take to bring 1 person back?
What do you do when you feel like your heart is [ b r e a k i n g ]?
When the only thing you want to do is sit in a corner and [ c r y ]?
How does the strongest person become reduced to shining [ t e a r s ]?
What do you say when your friends turn their back on [ y o u ]?
How can a heart of gold be [ b r o k e n ]?
How can a heart of stone be [ f i x e d ]?
I have all the questions
But who has all the answers?
Safi says hi.
You can't see Safi.
Safi can see you
Safi loves you.
She says you are [ b e a u t i f u l ]
Do you ~beli[e]ve~ her?
You should.
She knows everything.
Why don't you ask her something?
[She'll answer]
This world is sick
It's pathetic
It's twisted
It's mutilated
There are children being killed the world over
There are grown men killing tiny babies to save their own skins
There are hugely intelligent men setting off bombs for their beliefs
That kill hundreds
There is so much bullshit in this world
It's hard to believe that any of us are still alive
But we are
And that's why we have to fight
We are still alive
So we can still fight for the one's who arent
The ones who can't speak for themselves
For the voiceless ones.
For the innocent ones.
For the children.
For the parents.
For the glorious dead.
You have a voice.
Use it
We, here, in the western countries, have medicines.
These medicines are cheap and easy to make.
They prevent us from dying of highly common, vicious diseases.
We could easily provide the countries of Africa with the same preventative measures.
But we dont.
And a small child dies every 3 seconds, of every minute, of every hour, of every day, because our countries didnt help.
When we could have.
It's not fair.
Why didn't we help?
Would you laugh? Would you cry? Would you shout? Would you die? Would you still need me? Like I don't need you? Or would you just pretend that nothing ever happened...?
What if I told you that i . d.o.n.t . l.o.v.e . y.o.u . a.n.y . m.o.r.e . ?
What if I told you how i really feel?
You left me on the sidewalk to die inside
You broke my heart with crawling black lies
*hyperventilat
This weekend has been so crazy.
i went to edinburgh on saturday for the G8 march
And made new friends.
Who are so uber kewl!
Andndnandnandn
WOW!
Ill tell you about it some other time when i feel capable of it.
But no!
Because i wont remember.
SO
we left at 5!! 5!!!!!!!!!!
In the morning!!!!!!
Anyway
SO yeah.
We were on the coach.
And met these majorly cool peeps.
We got to the site.
At about 10:30
And looooked around.
We found Carey on teh Communist Party of Great Britain stall.
My brother's so kewl.
Yeah.
SO
we did the march.
And it was awesome.
Me: *to rosie* Why am I so fat and you're just not? Hey look! A doughnut factory!
Rosie: ...That's probably why.
THen at like 4
we went to find the coach.
And these fantastic Irish drunk guys stopped us and they were telling us how beautiful we were.
Good god.
That was funny.
Then i twocked a Socialists of Scotland sign out of a hedge.
I was chuffed.
And we went home.
On teh coach.
And discovered that teh kewl people were even kewler than we thought.
:D
Leigh: Johnny, you talk such absolute bollocks!
Johnny: Ah.
But I talk it well.
Forever and ever.
Amen.
Hahaha.
And i did my first day of work exp.
I fell asleep on my mum's desk at lunchtime.
In teh train station on teh way home
I was with Elinor getting my ticket
and we were debating whether i was a child or not
And this student guy walked past on the way from getting his ticket and said
'Well, I'd say you were a lady'
And then disappeared into the crowd
And i was like.
Aawwwww!!!
Poppy: Ahhh, I love you Izzy
Me: You do?
Even when im drunk and VERY disorderly?
Poppy: The best of times *winks*
Me: Poppy?
Poppy: Oui?
Me: You're such an advantage takerer.
† • She painted on a smile and learnt how to [ a c t ] • †