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So here i am at 2.38am sitting listening to the pokemon music playing away on my ds and longing for a purpose in life.
I wonder how many people are awake at this hour.
If curiousty killed the cat i'd be the top cat to be killed.
No drugs for five days i think. I'm not sure. I'm supprised i even know what day it is to be entirly honest. Months have just flitterd past me without me even blinking at them.
'I am moving but going nowhere fast'
I'm bored of the love drama. I just wish it could be fixed and over with by now.
I wish i could be that fun party girl that i used to be. Between me and my mate's we could make any night with no money or place to stay the best you will ever have.
I miss those mad days. Falling down in the Cem with Ben as though the grass would hide our feble little bodies from being seen by our fellow companions.
Sitting outside a Nut house singing many songs. Ranging from 'I believe i can fly' to 'If your happy and you know it'.
Playing PUNTO! at silly o clock in the morning. Screaming PUNTO untill our lungs were fit to burst.
Getting banned from Subway for playing with hairspray and fire.
Getting drunk and throwing up out of a window whilst some boy randomly took a piss.
Taking virgin boys virginty in the cardboard box room.
A room filled about 5ft high with nothing but cardbored.
Drunken nights slumped against each other moaning about the lack of sex we we're currently getting.
Ben's mum leaving him for a about 3 weeks whilst she went on a holiday.
Ben throwing up on his own carpet.
Barron throwing up into a coffe mug with a cat that looked like barron in his current state of drunkness.
Dressing the manicun or however you spell the damn word.
Having sex in a safe.
Warehouse partys with physco trying to kill everyone.
Warehouse partys where the police came everytime to spoil our fun, Making us run for the cem. Not the hills but the saftey of the ol familar cemertry.
Smacking fat boy's bum's.
Climbing trees.
Getting high of untold amounts of NOZ.
Arguing with Barrons mother.
Fighting with a gay man.
Fighting with a butch lesbion.
Genral fighting really.
Trips to hospitials for one reason or another.
Sue hiding from the police.
Maddison( Barrons dog) chipping my tooth with a mug.
Building a fire in a woods and watching young boys parade around like kings.
Arguing over a joint.
Being scene. Being emo. Being a waster.
Living of £10 a week and still having fun.
Not coming home for 6 days and surviving by washing the same pair of underwear over and over.
Virgin boy's walls. Coverd from ceiling to floor in ramblings from his self and fellow weird friends.
Meeting Kyle.
Here's the down point. Here's where my social life witherd away.
In reality it was never going to last forever.
We we're never going to be able to be so young and hopeless once again.
That was it. That was our lot. The fun had been had.
Now it's all seriousness. A levels and jobs and driving liceneces.
I don't care for it to be entirly honest.
I just wanna live life like a stupid school girl for the rest of eternity.
I dreamed about Morphine last night. I think waking up and remembering my dream was maybe a low point. Then today i saw some empty packets for morphine tablets in the garden.
There must be some somewhere in this house. They can't have moved it all. They being my parents who are trying to prevent me from becoming a sorrowful bum. I think it's a little to late.
I'm thinking i'm going to hit a wrong button soon and all my words will dissapear. Save draft. How clever.
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Posted by molly_desire on 2008-06-04 21:56:39 | Rating: | Views: 31
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Try somethig crazy that doesn't involve morphine or another drug. What the hell? See what the rush is like. There are a lot of rushes in this world.
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Posted by HungryHeart
on 2008-06-05 02:16:45
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