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Yes, Santa is a dirty commie. This may come as a shock to all you normal members of society, but I am here to reveal the truth about the jolly fat man (Santa, not Chris Farley ( Read more... )

When a minute feels like forever. Everything is coming to an end.

Sitting on the window sill, full of cobwebs and dirt. The dull morning light on my face, the grey clouds the same colour as my cigarette ash. The ashtray that has overflowed since I awoke, all stubbed out on my body. Drink still in the glasses and cans from the night before. Nobody's awake, they're asleep in their lovers arms. That feeling ( Read more... )

Well, got back yesterday after my adventures in funland. They started on Thursday I suppose, well perhaps the Friday before but I can't remember that anymore ( Read more... )

He told me I was beautiful.

I wish it were true.

Whatever vodka I downed earlier appears to be leaving my system and there's no alcohol left in the house.

I feel terrible. Absolutely awful.

Pretend to feel sorry for me, go on.

I hate the way that loads of shops already have all of their Christmas stuff in. I mean, who the fuck puts their tree up in October? It's not even Hallowe'en yet and they're selling Christmas decorations. You can't just skip Hallowe'en, it's the best fucking holiday ever.

I hate how greedy people are.

Wankers.

So what's everyone doing for

I'm so sick of being here.

I don't give a fuck how selfish it sounds but I wish I was filthy rich and I'd never have to give a shit about anything because I could wipe my ass with money.

Sarah; I'm such a cunt, I still haven't replied to your e-mail. I'm totally blank though.

My eyes sting, and my heart burns. I'd rather not have a heart, I'd never fall in love. I want a dragon carved through my flesh where my heart is. Protection, or just to let my heart bleed away. Stain my pale skin scarlet red. Love is suicide.

My thoughts are frayed around the edges, and others are broken.