That love is watching someone die, so who’s gonna watch you die?
feeling fucked up at the minute. my brother has finally returned to manchester, i mean it's cool having him around but its like he's in my space. i just end up getting fucked off because i'm relativly self sufficient and he's spoon fed everything. i ask for nothing, i rarely complain. i try and help although i usually forget or something stupid, so why do i feel karma comes round and kicks me in the ass. i feel so stationary lately, nothin moving. i don't ride my bike, i'm unfit, im so god damn stupidly infactuated with this girl and uni i don't really like. arrgghh, i've only felt cofortable or slightly forfilled when with this girl. and i dunno i'm in way over my head and i don't have a clue at all. on one hand im happy just seeing her, but on the other hand would more mean better? i dont even know if she wants to see me., im always saying i like her and stuff but i never seem to get it back and i have more self doubt than boots has purfume so i fuck myself with that. anyway im going the cinema i will type more when i return so i bet no body that ever doesnt read this can't wait.