Seeing your face kills me. Some days I wish I had never met you. I would have been someone else. The thing is, I don’t know if I’d be better or worse. I hope I’d be worse but I can’t say. It scares me that the rest of my life’s actions will be dictated by you. Don’t you think that drives me crazy?
It’s Monday tomorrow and I have so much work to do, so tomorrow I’m not procrastinating any longer and I’m going to actually do some. I hope I can pass this year. I only just scraped through this semester and it was a bit scary, I don’t want to put myself through that again.
I had a weird dream about a friend’s mate. He was drunk in my corridor and kept making crude comments about my appearance and actions as I tried to push through all of the people. Every time I sat him down and left he kept getting up and following me trying to hit on me. Then one of other friends was getting really upset that they were hitting on me, started a fight with them and then started hitting on me themselves when they had finished.
Then I woke up feeling bleh, smelling of smoke covered in bits of ink.
"Don’t lose it OR SELL IT!" is what my dad shouted as I left the house wearing my dad’s sexy leather motorcycle jacket. I’ve always loved it. It’s cool that my dad doesn’t fit in it any more, he’s grown so much muscle since he was 17.
I wish I could have lived through the seventies, it was so me.
Talking about my grandpa "That’s where she got her free spirit and rejection of authoritative figures" Heh, that’s what my dad thinks of me. Cool.
Back top the sexy jacket though, I look even more sexy in it, I’m snug as a bug in a rug in it BUT I now do smell like a man. Heh.
I still need to get myself some sexy leather trousers/leggings/pants/whatever/leg coverings, I just want leather encasing my legs, okay?
I know your eyes in the morning sun I feel you touch me in the pouring rain and the moment that you wander far from me I want to feel you in my arms again And you come to me on a summer breeze Keep me warm in your love
Will he love you like I loved you? Will he tell you every day? Will he make you feel like you’re invincible, with every word he’ll say? Can you promise me if this was right? Don’t throw it all away Can you do all these things, will you do all these things, like we used to
I’ve been jumping from the tops of buildings for the thrill of the fall, Ignoring sound advice And any thought of consequence. My bones are shattered, My pride is shattered, And in the midst of this self-inflicted pain I can see my beautiful rescue.