You wouldnt understand : )

Sometimes when i'm feeling wierd i wish i could just jump into my story and fit into the main characters skin.

I like to think of her as my alter ego - shes what I would be if i had the confidence with people. We have many things in common because i design like that. Maybe next time i should look into the lines more and then i could probably understand myself.

Or not.

Ironic isn't it?

That i set this up to let loose of my words but instead now i cant.

Blossom Breezes on my Phospuros Pleases

Life has this really wierd transition of being so low that you can't see above your head and then to being so high that you can only smell the sweet nectar of the blossom breeze.

I think it would be boring being in the middle, don't you think?

Today should be fun, worcester with me maam, prom dress fitting and then twilight afternoon. I just love that film :)

I think i shall go get dressed now, before my mum comes and gets me from sophos.

Byeeeeeeee

I am in love

With my story.

I truly wish that true love like that could be apparent in my world

*puts on googly eyes*

:)

Niight xx

This is a ANGRY blog.

I am at sophies house sat here in my little chair writing a blog. Yes.

Now i have had advise from a friend of mine to not be angry and pissed off to prevent myself from doing something that i will soon later regret. Well i care so im doing it this way. Because right now to be quite frank i am pissed off.

I knew I KNEW something like this would happen and tbh i shouldnt even care because my heart belongs to someone else.

Now im not gonna be nasty, and im not gonna be a bitch. It just would have been nice to know without finding out with my sixth sense. I am done now. But dont expect anything. Because i am done.

Its like when i found out the sims three was postponed - this is not me imploding.

Now that we're done.

"Everybody get down!"

This weeks been strange, and now i feel like i have been sat here before. Here i am - at my 'inbetween.'

I've been slurring alot lately, and dreaming wierd shit. I actually have interest in stuff but i wonder how long this will last?

Oh well dog soon.

Euphoria

Sometimes I overthink things.

I fall in love with words - Momentarily. They make my heart sing and then it stings afterwards. Surely that isn't normal.
Of course it isn't normal because i am not.

I've been doing a lot of research lately. Is this overthinking? Or am i just being stupid?

I cant even explaun because i know someone will read this and click onto what im saying and i cant have that. This is fucking crazy. Even more fucking crazier than the fact that i have felt the bottom of this slope for far too long. I dont even want to go back up, i cant take losing my stomach again. Its the worst feeling the world. Its something you can get addicted to - like music.

Why cant there just be a middle level? Like everyone else has. Where nothing falls off the bar...too low or too high.

I dont like being happy and then feeling nothing inside. I hate this. Self dwelling...self loathing...

This cant be inbetween. It cant. Can it?

This mountain hits the south side of the wind. It sucks everything away like a tundra and there is me all alone because i cant handle having anyone up here with me.

Now i know why im afraid of fucking heights.