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I have no thoughts to type down/write down.
I'm like a blank canvas longing for an artist to make me complete.
Who am i kidding. I'm nothing like that. I'm far more complexed and far less beautiful.

I've spilt coke on my arm. It's sticky. Not the pricy drug coke the coca cola product.
Although asif by magic coke has been made avaible to me. All i need now is the money.

SMILE

Hahahaa so now how do i get the money.

My beloved grass is now cat b. How perfetic.

Everything has gone pete tong as per norm.
Break from talking to Alex again. Break from Alex again. THeres nothing i can do so i may aswell just give in and start again.

I fucked D. Some boy from the same village and Lex went crazy at him claiming he'd fucked his girlf. We haven't been togther in a while. I wish we were.
I wish we could go back to where we lived in the flat toghter and make it work this time. Make it work properly.
Embrace every moment and see how lucky we are to have each other.
I miss being us. A complexed little relationship with it's up's and down's but was more perfect than the word perfection itself.

I'm just talking crap now.

Alex has one again broken my heart.

It's okie i'm getting used to the pain. I havent cut myself since i posted the last bulletin. That's brave of me i know.

I should be over joyed but it feels like someone has cut of my limbs.

I need to cut myself but i dont want the scars and the attention and the looks of horror and the questions. There is nothing the same. Nothing that even comes close.

I am stuck in the mud.

It feels like Alex is a million miles away. Actually he's 13 miles up the road.

Not far away at all.

But just far enough to make it to far.

All i need is love.

I wish i could love Matt. I think maybe he'd love me back, But i see him as nothing more than a friend.

I hate this situation.

It's not the worse in the world. It's not the best in the world.

Goodbye.

I can't keep pouring my heart out and exspecting you poor people to read.

Life is enough without someone elses chip on your shoulder.

'Do you don't you want me to love you?'