• 1. My friends. 2. My family. 3. My house. 4. When its cold ooutside and your inside warm. 5. Nights watching Movies. 6. Coffee. 7. Deep conversations. 8. Butterflies when you see someone. 9. That feelng when your onstage. 10. Peanut butter and nuttella pancakes. 11. Becca and Georgia. 12. Feeling higher than everything. 13. Parties. 14. Meeting pretty people. 15. Sam. 16. Knit wear. 17. Memories. 18. Ialia conti. 19. Finishing something. 20. Laughing. 21. Summer. 22. Hyde park. 23. Starbucks. 24. Music. 25. Blonde hair. 26. High shoes. 27. Stars. 28. Lyrics 29. Getting on with someone you just met. 30. Emotion. 31. La roux. 32. Security. 33. Love. 34. Hate. 35. France. 36. NYC. 37. My dreams. 38. Fridays. 39. Wake up texts. 40. Late night conversations. 41. Feeling pretty. 42. Pictures. 43. Happiness. 44. Seeing people smile. 45. Things working out. 46. Late night car journeys. 47. Hotel rooms. 48. Christmas. 49. My birthday. 50. Getting a text from the person i want. 51. The blue smartie. 52. Ben and Jerrys. 53. Thigh High Socks. 54. Fear. 55. Thorpe park. 56. Welsh accents. 57. American accents. 58. English. 59. Creative writing. 60. Amersham and wycombe college. 61. The friends ive got left. 62. When a dress fits you. 63. Getting call backs. 64. Facebook photolikes and comments. 65. The like button. 66. Winter mornings. 67. Partys in the dark. 68. Scary movies. 69. Boys with pretty faces. 70. Pixie Lott. 71. Pretty Underwear. 72. When I paint my nails good. 73. Being drunk. 74. After party sleep. 75. Shows, and how everyone gets on. 76. Tai Chi night (L). 77. Funny people. 78. How blonde I go after my hair has just been bleached. 79. Cheneys mums skills with scissors. 80. Amazing weekends. 81. Picnics. 82. My diary. 83. Presents. 84. Surprises. 85. Nice hair. 86. Boys who smell nice. 87. Fierce cologne. 88. Flat caps. 89. Kisses under the covers. 90. 27 Dresses. 91. High tops. 92. Ice cream. 93. Strawberries. 94. The feeling you give me. 95. Mac cosmetics. 96. Abercrombie. 97. Looking individual. 98. Writing pretty songs. 99. Nights that you wished would last forever. 100. When my heart beats fast.
"She doesnt know i cry for the changing times,
That just as i reread my favourite books, some small part of me hoping for a different ending, I find myself hoping against hope that the war will never come. That this time, somehow, it will leave us be."

Monday, 6 September 2010

Your kkind of like a drug to me,
if i dont see you everynight, until the moment i fall asleep i feel shit and empty inside
its so weird

I love you

And i love you too
I need to keep wringing my diary
as long as you dontread it again.
cant fucking wait untill i move out
eugh its gunna be so bangin man, i can do what i want, stay where i want and act how i want,
untill this day i am trapped
3 years.
three years.


Why dont you stand up be a man about it, fight with your bare hands about it.
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