Floating By
Once again my idiot flatmates are home, drunk, load, playing their horrid drum and bass like it was the apocalypse of... good music, I guess. I really can not get over how much I dislike the people I ended up with. I do not like any of them, and it's evident that they do not like me the slightest. If I didn't like my room so much I'd ask to switch apartment. However, I really do like my room, and I don't want to cause more hassle in my life than I already have on my plate at the moment.
Most notably; I'm going to the doctor tomorrow. Mainly to get a regular check-up and weight myself and so on. But also because Erica has pointed out that one of my moles on my neck has begun to change color from light brown to black, and of course this worries me greatly. Hopefully it won't be anything serious, but I need to go and have a professional opinion about it before I can allow myself to relax.
I like my class more and more, the more people I talk to. Some of them are very, very nice people and I hope that in time I will have some friends in school. I really need somebody that's not Erica - lovely and wonderful as she is, god bless her cotton socks. We'll see whatever happens though. I'm trying my best to talk to people, but it's hard if you're as shy as I am, and if people have already made little groups of pals. Cross your fingers for me, will you?
Bill Bailey makes me cheer up though, so I will probably go and eatch Cosmic Jam now to lighten myself up. I bid you all farewell for now.
But first, a little poem.
The Silence Forces The Truth On The People
The relaxed parts of her body rests on my head
and she did her best to cry, to prove a point.
A shivering beauty, bathing in yellow light, glistening.
Outside the spotlights force the night out of darkness,
flickering as a thousand moths reflect the falling light onto her.
Do I love her, she asks, acting like she does not know my reply.
I tell her, "No, you're too good for me. You're too perfect.
You are not the one that is the freak. Can you truly -
deserve my love?"
She smiles and flails her arms, landing them on my neck.
In the gloomy artificial light she tells me that I'm lying
and she pulls up her shirt to reveal a scar.
"This is one of my many wounds, proving that I am indeed yours to love forever. My heart has ached a million times, and will ache many, many more."
She asked me "Will you be there to sow my wounds together?"
Overthrown with her honesty, I hug her head and cry.
And in the light of a hundred moths falling dead to the ground,
we became one equals two, on my unmade bed.
Most notably; I'm going to the doctor tomorrow. Mainly to get a regular check-up and weight myself and so on. But also because Erica has pointed out that one of my moles on my neck has begun to change color from light brown to black, and of course this worries me greatly. Hopefully it won't be anything serious, but I need to go and have a professional opinion about it before I can allow myself to relax.
I like my class more and more, the more people I talk to. Some of them are very, very nice people and I hope that in time I will have some friends in school. I really need somebody that's not Erica - lovely and wonderful as she is, god bless her cotton socks. We'll see whatever happens though. I'm trying my best to talk to people, but it's hard if you're as shy as I am, and if people have already made little groups of pals. Cross your fingers for me, will you?
Bill Bailey makes me cheer up though, so I will probably go and eatch Cosmic Jam now to lighten myself up. I bid you all farewell for now.
But first, a little poem.
The Silence Forces The Truth On The People
The relaxed parts of her body rests on my head
and she did her best to cry, to prove a point.
A shivering beauty, bathing in yellow light, glistening.
Outside the spotlights force the night out of darkness,
flickering as a thousand moths reflect the falling light onto her.
Do I love her, she asks, acting like she does not know my reply.
I tell her, "No, you're too good for me. You're too perfect.
You are not the one that is the freak. Can you truly -
deserve my love?"
She smiles and flails her arms, landing them on my neck.
In the gloomy artificial light she tells me that I'm lying
and she pulls up her shirt to reveal a scar.
"This is one of my many wounds, proving that I am indeed yours to love forever. My heart has ached a million times, and will ache many, many more."
She asked me "Will you be there to sow my wounds together?"
Overthrown with her honesty, I hug her head and cry.
And in the light of a hundred moths falling dead to the ground,
we became one equals two, on my unmade bed.