• 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."

Saturday, 26 February 2011

I write the most beautiful things about you, I bet you didn't know.

When did I become this girl. I'm losing sight of myself and I actually feel really lost. With Sara haze blasting on repeat I'm seeing a bit clearer. I won't apologise anymore and be this passive aggressive girl. Because I'm angry. I'm angry at the world and at people and at the weather and I'm done stifling it up inside. Because I dont want to be depressed again. I don't want to hate myself again I dont want to cut again I dont want to feel ugly and dirty I don't want to hit another wall and I don't want to feel this way. I wish everything was just simple. Black and White. No grey, no red. Black and White. Like summer.
I told you I needed some space, I needed to look after myself. And I do, where has the last year gone hey? Wasted. I've wasted it away on a lost cause. That's you, your broken. Unfixable some say. But yeah. I do need space, but that hasn't made me look after myself it's just made me think more. More time to think of me rather than you. And I hate it. Seeing myself this weak and naive is horrible.


I couldn't sleep last night. I don't think you minded much.
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