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?!