malco in the middle
Not sure about this guys. I had a diary for years, between the very fragile years of 11 to 16. The whole book was so full of fragments of my broken heart, declarations of love for Christian slater in 'pump up the volume', obsessions with Oasis (i'm a brit i cant help it) and stories upon stories of girls bitching eachother out and generally making eachothers lives miserable. (i have just realised i write in a totally sad americanesque way in order to try and sound cool, bitchin, rad and down with all that shit......what a bloody disaster). Anyway what was i saying? oh yes the pain i connect with writing a journal.... the other thing i used to do was carefully document every single boy i ever kissed, i made a grid with titles like name, age, location and dutifully entered all the info whenever i got in from no doubt some nasty indie brit pop show. Now i think about that stuff i would do anything to take a look at that diary, i would probably cringe until i fainted.... i hope i never look back on anything i write here and cringe until i faint. I bet i do. I'm so unlucky. Thats not true i just had some chocolate milk and now i am off to the beer shop (its called a shop cos thats what you do in it, it would only be called a store if you need to store things in it...or something (this argument is a little thin)) so i guess as far as beverages go i am lucky, and health, and friends, and my house, my family, the computer, my couch (i love the way i say couch now)TURNS OUT I AM VERY LUCKY. fabulous...
Still not sure about this, my thoughts feel naked and boring.
Still not sure about this, my thoughts feel naked and boring.