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My French is so rubbish, I cannae even tell if that is right, up there. A level languages are the biggest waste of time. I learnt the teenist amount and I am still tons better at Italian which I cannot wait to speak.I love love love it. We've been listening to the crappest music, 1999 garage, early dance music, Iio and Jenifer Paige. I dont know why, I've even been dancing around my room like a retard and singing at the very top of my lungs. I think all that Max Martin, jive songwriting was ace, its just so twee and makes me think of silly summers, primary school and crushes. I remember we asked in year 5 what ecatsy meant, because we wondered why Backstreet boys were singing about drugs.
I am now listening to the Doors though because that should help me revise, ha. I hate when I know people are unhappy and I am powerless to do anything about it. Not that I am a moral saint or what not, but I dont like feeling helpless, I want to be the thing that makes things easier for people. I think that sounds like a horrible and haughty thing to say, but it is completely altruistic. I know my emotions have that capacity even if I doubt others do. Oh this all sounds shit.
Its so much easier to write things than say them, I dont think people would know me so well, unless I had written them down and even thats encrypted. I wonder if I could spill my soul with eye contact, sounds far too hard. I need to write more poems. I dont know how to start anymore, i think unhappiness fuels creativity, well mine anyway. And something has changed from now to then so, I just cant do it.
What are you supposed to do when random men approach you in daylight? Seriously, when I am at home, I just ignore everyone that tries to even just say hello, but when I am here I get lulled into a false sense of west country security and start talking to these guys who tell me its a nice day, that I look nice, etc etc yawn. But they are all the same, eventually they all start chasing you down streets...fuck. Incidentally I think my sunglasses are attractingattention seeing their ace but I havent quite got the whole when to take them off the etiquette thing. I'm just not chic and really shouldn't try to be.
I hope that was a good distraction...
I am now listening to the Doors though because that should help me revise, ha. I hate when I know people are unhappy and I am powerless to do anything about it. Not that I am a moral saint or what not, but I dont like feeling helpless, I want to be the thing that makes things easier for people. I think that sounds like a horrible and haughty thing to say, but it is completely altruistic. I know my emotions have that capacity even if I doubt others do. Oh this all sounds shit.
Its so much easier to write things than say them, I dont think people would know me so well, unless I had written them down and even thats encrypted. I wonder if I could spill my soul with eye contact, sounds far too hard. I need to write more poems. I dont know how to start anymore, i think unhappiness fuels creativity, well mine anyway. And something has changed from now to then so, I just cant do it.
What are you supposed to do when random men approach you in daylight? Seriously, when I am at home, I just ignore everyone that tries to even just say hello, but when I am here I get lulled into a false sense of west country security and start talking to these guys who tell me its a nice day, that I look nice, etc etc yawn. But they are all the same, eventually they all start chasing you down streets...fuck. Incidentally I think my sunglasses are attractingattention seeing their ace but I havent quite got the whole when to take them off the etiquette thing. I'm just not chic and really shouldn't try to be.
I hope that was a good distraction...