kickinglovers

With everything breeds confusion. A mounting debt of despair blocks any path to salvation; where hope lies in wait under piles of coats thrown in from the party. I stood in the doorway of my life and watching the fairground attractions spinning past my face, I shouldn't look back, nor regret these things but I harbour sufferage like back pain.
A last resort, the morning after my head is blurry and my mouth tastes of cotton. A pill, a bittersweet candy-like pill. Shaped of a heart, so pink, so cute. So high. Whoever knew it could be dealt with this way? Regaining some kind of sanity through illegal medication. So many years since I tried to irradicate the pain with these, it did the trick effortlessly.
Cured with hope for the future in the moment or so.. I have decided to apply for a college/uni course along with a trusted friend. Away from home.. Something to motivate and spark attention, some kind of flickering light to burn in the hope of reclaiming L I F E.
Now what do you think about that...?

I also made a decision to return to my medication for a while, in the hope of aiding both my sleep and my thoughts. They are upsetting my body a little. I've thrown up a few times the last couple of days. Meh..

~The sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me: Travelled two hours in the evening on a train method, whilst I was working, unknown to myself.. to arrive in this town with an apology for making me sad. Much nicer than flowers.

Roses are inappropriate..
she can shove that right up her.. hmm. why do people such so sufficiently at being insensitive.

~One of the funniest memories: Making a dance/singing routine to Trapped in a box. Planning to put the performance on in the local gay pub in Bristol. Many hours of laughter, such a brilliant song.

~Favourite No Doubt song: Trapped in a box/spiderweb

~Current obsession: Kt Tunstall.

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Reckon I should do media or Fashion/Art?