I watch you tangle every weekend.It might start different but it ends up the same.
People that hurt you in your past can only, barely, be surpassed by those who will hurt you in the future, simply because there is no way of knowing how it will happen. Or how you will get over it. The uncertainty may beat the graphic replay, but only in the smallest, cruelest of ways.
Sometimes I waste my own time in such a shocking manner. It is the same way that I can dwell on incredibly stupid things that are entirely irrelevant.
Most of the time, though, I just chat shit.
Right now I am in the foulest of moods. But this is sometimes something you have to suffer for the good moods that life has previously put you in.
The celebratory goose on friday is as good as the goose always is, or perhaps less so, but Amayas afterwards was good in the way that blazing with girlies inevitably is. I spent Saturday at work prancing around in clothes I will never even desire to afford, then synergie.
Fam at Cheshire was bizarre, because it is increasingly obvious that my family is somewhat fucked. A group of drugged-up alchoholics who cannot hold down a relationship does not stand me in good stead. Worse, though, that they look fondly on me as old before my time, in terms of experiences. I came down on the train home, met amaya for valentines day consolation and later enjoyed the benefits of £1 drinks and buff student night at the Gardening club. It rained a lot, though, which I took to be a sign.
Today in Nero Laila put her uniform over her clothes and sat, quite comfortably, with her name tag, a cigarette and water all down the shorts. I don't know if I have anything else to say that could possibly sum up the quality time that me and Laila spend with each other.
On the theme of valentines day being over, which I have instantly created as a theme.... Apparently only 3 in 50 people actually fall in love, forever. really?
Sometimes I waste my own time in such a shocking manner. It is the same way that I can dwell on incredibly stupid things that are entirely irrelevant.
Most of the time, though, I just chat shit.
Right now I am in the foulest of moods. But this is sometimes something you have to suffer for the good moods that life has previously put you in.
The celebratory goose on friday is as good as the goose always is, or perhaps less so, but Amayas afterwards was good in the way that blazing with girlies inevitably is. I spent Saturday at work prancing around in clothes I will never even desire to afford, then synergie.
Fam at Cheshire was bizarre, because it is increasingly obvious that my family is somewhat fucked. A group of drugged-up alchoholics who cannot hold down a relationship does not stand me in good stead. Worse, though, that they look fondly on me as old before my time, in terms of experiences. I came down on the train home, met amaya for valentines day consolation and later enjoyed the benefits of £1 drinks and buff student night at the Gardening club. It rained a lot, though, which I took to be a sign.
Today in Nero Laila put her uniform over her clothes and sat, quite comfortably, with her name tag, a cigarette and water all down the shorts. I don't know if I have anything else to say that could possibly sum up the quality time that me and Laila spend with each other.
On the theme of valentines day being over, which I have instantly created as a theme.... Apparently only 3 in 50 people actually fall in love, forever. really?