Are you wild or just mildly free?
yesterday i had a good cry and wished that i wasn't broken.
then i gave myself a good talking too.
fuck it. i can't help being broken. i'm slightly less broken now which is good.
i'll always be broken. always have been, always will be. but i'm finding pieces everyday.
and i think life would be boring if i wasn't broken.
i have too many good stories and you can trace everything back to a point where it would not've happened if i didn't have an addictive personality/wasn't so reckless/didn't love everything that was bad for me/etc/etc/delete as needed.
i'll never forget that hot sweaty summer in gouda. fuelled by white lines and cheap beer. sleeping on the floor till well after midday. the only time i've ever been bitten by a mosquito. i still have the scars.
i'll never forget how heavily it rained one autum in amsterdam. and how wet i got before my flight. and how much i didn't care.
i'll never forget my week in dublin. or the three day insanity when i got back that lead to an accident and emergency visit. too much bulmers and red bull. waking up on a leather sofa. crazy 17 year olds. that trip up the jamesons chimney. realising it could all be over in a second. gay bars. hot alan. 3 days. too many drugs. no sleep. the first time i fainted.
i'll never forget the first time i heard ryan adams first album and realised it was amazing.
i'll never forget this weekend. everything was really fluid. i think time started moving backwards at one point. the first time i watched braindead.
there are lots of other things i wont ever forget either. they're all up here. *taps head. yeah.
anyways i move into my new flat on the 28th. it's huge and just for me. decently priced. couldn't be in a better location. the street is sooo pretty. i did quite well. i dont know when i got so lucky.
so ask yourself. are you wild? or just mildly free?
then i gave myself a good talking too.
fuck it. i can't help being broken. i'm slightly less broken now which is good.
i'll always be broken. always have been, always will be. but i'm finding pieces everyday.
and i think life would be boring if i wasn't broken.
i have too many good stories and you can trace everything back to a point where it would not've happened if i didn't have an addictive personality/wasn't so reckless/didn't love everything that was bad for me/etc/etc/delete as needed.
i'll never forget that hot sweaty summer in gouda. fuelled by white lines and cheap beer. sleeping on the floor till well after midday. the only time i've ever been bitten by a mosquito. i still have the scars.
i'll never forget how heavily it rained one autum in amsterdam. and how wet i got before my flight. and how much i didn't care.
i'll never forget my week in dublin. or the three day insanity when i got back that lead to an accident and emergency visit. too much bulmers and red bull. waking up on a leather sofa. crazy 17 year olds. that trip up the jamesons chimney. realising it could all be over in a second. gay bars. hot alan. 3 days. too many drugs. no sleep. the first time i fainted.
i'll never forget the first time i heard ryan adams first album and realised it was amazing.
i'll never forget this weekend. everything was really fluid. i think time started moving backwards at one point. the first time i watched braindead.
there are lots of other things i wont ever forget either. they're all up here. *taps head. yeah.
anyways i move into my new flat on the 28th. it's huge and just for me. decently priced. couldn't be in a better location. the street is sooo pretty. i did quite well. i dont know when i got so lucky.
so ask yourself. are you wild? or just mildly free?