note to self: personal life is private.

i'm sick of playground rules
i'm sick of childish behaviour.
i'm sick of gangs.
i'm sick of trying to be cool.
i'm sick of gossips.
i'm sick of everything taking place on the Internet.
i'm sick of stupid rumours.
i'm sick of backstabbers.
and i'm sick of people hurting each other.
life is for living.
backs are not made for stabbing.
sometimes things don't work out.
yes it's sad when they don't.
but life goes on.
everything happens for a reason and it's no need to be so bitter.
so angry.
so immature.
i'm starting to feel like a grown up.
and for a change this is a good feeling.
i think it's time for other people to start acting like adults too.
now fancy that.

i didnt think this was a divorce

it's been an intresting week.
actually i don't think intresting covers it.
most definatly a mix of emotions.
but the good news is i'm all good.
it helps to have someone to hold your hand thoughout it all.
sometimes its nice to stand still and appriacate what you have.
i think i've been speeding along far to fast missing everything.
and now i've slowed down i'm enjoying everything so much more.
i think i'll be planning the big trip for August.
i want to see a baseball game.
get really drunk in new york on cosmopolitons.
make a warped tour date.
walk the border.
go to an ice bar in iceland.
put my feet in the other side of the atlantic.
see a gig.
visit angels and kings.
and come home and realise how much i missed everything.
this time next year...
how will i reflect?
where will i be?
i know where i want to be.
i could never lie
the truths spill from my lips
i can taste love on my tongue and its screaming for attention.
i'm glad you get it.

take my tattoo, take my house, take my music, but you still can't have me, you never will.

i want a summer time.
i want flowers and sunshine.
i want to not be ill anymore.
i'm getting really frustrated with it.
and myself.
i'm not keen on the real world.
i want to be silly, immature and free forever.
the good news is i'm not alone.
it will be an uphill struggle but i won't be alone.
i've never written a cliche before. oh wait thats a lie.
why is it i can write all the wrong things.
i can write just what you don't want to read.
maybe that's a secret skill?
i've been 22 for a week.
what have a learnt?
don't trust anyone.
go with your heart.
love is fragile, wonderful and beautiful.
having an operation isn't fun.
you will be backstabbed in the strangest ways.
leaping doesn't always been you'll fall.
someone can take your dreams but you can make new dreams because you are amazing.
it can feel like someones taking all of you for themselves, they can't, it's impossible, always take it as a compliment, they want you because you're great.
roll on another week?
deep breaths.
big smiles.
bruises.
and scars.
as if i'd have it any other way?!

i want my mtv

and after all these years i still do not know the words to money for nothing.
it's the only song that i don't know the words too.
i always get them all mixed up.
i don't like being in your room when youre not here.
it makes me miss you more.
i want to thankyou for being so wonderful.
but i'm not so good at saying thankyou out loud.
infact i'm not so good at saying much out loud.
i'm much better with fingers on keys.
but thankyou.
thankyou.
thankyou.
everyday you do something a little bit more wonderful than the day before and it never fails to make me smile.
i love you.
more.

for you...x

love may storm the castle gate of commen sense.
love might tear you apart.
love could make you lack composure.
and love could break your heart.
you might give your heart to those who will drop it.
you'll probably toss your heart to those who can't catch.
but when you least expect it, love sneaks up on you.
it will grab you from behind with a firm grasp.
it makes you hand over your heart to that one person without a fight.
love is strange, crazy and unpredictable.
love wouldn't have it any other way.
love is when you can say those three words.x

Dear love and lust,

thankyou thankyou thankyou.
yours,
lust and love.
p.s. can you always make everyday this wonderful?

your name is already scratched upon my lips

Manchester so much to answer for.
You know that feeling when it clicks?
It's clicked.
Definatly time for me and you to take over the world.
Fast paced.
Soft faced.
Love is always something more than a feeling in the tummy.
It's a long conversation.
It's learning something new about something you thought you didn't care about.
It's about leaping.
Falling and being caught.
I would share the world with you.
naive, young and not too clever, will it be this way forever?
we don't need money, lets get under the covers.
just as long as we've got each other.