the yob of the town pencilled all over my mates bathroom at her houseparty turned wild last night. he bit my face. her dads a copper aswell and hes looking for said yob. had fun though. when did i miss the boat? no amount of attention will ever be enough, your sat there but your not there. you involved but you feel so far away and see through. i swear people see right through me, hear right through me and know right through me. i must go straight through them. and they dont feel a thing. it hollows you to know you can re-emerge just like them. if you just.....knew you were exactly the same all along. i cant believe my predicaments sometimes my predicaments i created from predicaments , from which seem to have emerged out of thin air? the complete head fuck of a personal journal

isnt talking about music boring. yet i dont know what the hell im expecting to hear.

shit. you say i am too much and go over the top alot why must you misunderstand me! im just so passionate about us..

if god is a lie, then lies get you through the day. alot of people rely on lies. and in the end they expect a massive truth or something. but really all the have is unconditional submission i feel like im clinging onto, or im owed something to work out for me, dont worry it'll come and all those cliche adult lines... becasue it seems that everyone does prevail in the end. but maybe its the people you dont meet, the ones that it didnt work out for, that your most likely to become. its really really unfair that some people get born for some professions. and its not fair that alot of us have no ambition AT ALL. or parents that told us they loved us every 5 seconds. but its also easy to cop out behind that if things dont work out. its never a good idea to use the past as an excuse for anything, becasue remembering the past is the rule rather than a surprising exception, its not worth it becasue people cant emphasise that well. why couldnt i just be born a fucking model. or even disabled. then at least id have an excuse oops harsh

i honestly cant be honest. and i cant stop saying things i dont mean its like the only beauty i see in words is to say what you want to hear.. how do you change your perspectives, nothing seems to get through to me anymore. these dawning realisations people say they have, are they real?

yeeeouch. paranoid. i reject, the way you need, hurt yourself to get to me.

im moving house today.

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i find myself liking a journal im reading, but then i find a sentence or 2 which confirms their greatness by reference of someone elses words about them. so basically, when i get to one of these self love quotes, i stop reading becasue i start to feel stressed.

the matches are a great non depressing BAND. chain me...oooo FREE