some things count as nothing
I don't even know what I'm doing here. Kind of wish I had some photos to post, or anything of substance really, but I don't. I slept like shite last night, slept in until afternoon and didn't get out of bed until 2. I'm really going places.
So I think this might be an attempt at doing /something/, even though I think this doesn't really counts as anything, but it might be better than nothing. Even though i've somehow found myself back in bed again. This doesn't bode will for me at all!
Oh, and hi Aaron! Where did you come from? Haha you're very random sometimes! I like that maybe now there is /someone/ who reads this shite, and for some reason i'm kinda glad that it's you. Get online sometime lad, I have an odd question to ask you! And to continue with the impossibly crap nature of everything superness, I will finish with some shit thing I found when cleaning my room the other day. I think it's a couple of years old i think...but kind of relevant now.
Alive to the sounds of the night
More awake than i've ever been
Thinking of how you should be here
How you came to me as though from a dream
And now refusing to stop living in all of mine
It is because of this that I cannot sleep
Yet even awake
I cannot escape errant thoughts of you
I am tortured by the sweetness we share
And by the deprivation of this
It's such a lovely agony
Cutting joy
Tearing a smile across my face
xx
So I think this might be an attempt at doing /something/, even though I think this doesn't really counts as anything, but it might be better than nothing. Even though i've somehow found myself back in bed again. This doesn't bode will for me at all!
Oh, and hi Aaron! Where did you come from? Haha you're very random sometimes! I like that maybe now there is /someone/ who reads this shite, and for some reason i'm kinda glad that it's you. Get online sometime lad, I have an odd question to ask you! And to continue with the impossibly crap nature of everything superness, I will finish with some shit thing I found when cleaning my room the other day. I think it's a couple of years old i think...but kind of relevant now.
Alive to the sounds of the night
More awake than i've ever been
Thinking of how you should be here
How you came to me as though from a dream
And now refusing to stop living in all of mine
It is because of this that I cannot sleep
Yet even awake
I cannot escape errant thoughts of you
I am tortured by the sweetness we share
And by the deprivation of this
It's such a lovely agony
Cutting joy
Tearing a smile across my face
xx