no!

Spending the weekends stupidly sad and drunk.

Whhattt is going on?

So worried and hopeful

Once again:


Ouch.

i'm at a fucking loss,




i hate everything right now :(

l2prettier, face

I am so fucking lonely when he's gone.

Ughhhh patheticcccccc

One time I woke up and cleaned the loungeroom, then had a cuddle, then went outside and missed summer.

Feeling restless.

Got promoted.

Tom gabel/ chuck ragan tomorrow.

/end

Everything is good

No need to panic

Cleaning day.


I don't have a scourer.

Fuck.

Listen to propagandhi errrday

real internet.

things have been really fucking hard.

i'm going to save to move away next year. not sure where i'm going to go but i need to get out of this stinkin' town.

everything sucks!

i wish i had more to write but i cant be fucked/ don't know what my words and brain are doing.

You're no good for me
My formulated drug an acquired taste
awaits to sate this unrequited love
It tastes so gray, yet necessary to sustain frustration
Take just enough to get you fucked up
Not so much that it drives you away
A constant escape
The magnificent restraint that it takes to stay away
I've no control at all
I constantly dream
The memories invade the things I keep with me
I'm getting high on the roof of the world
You're no good for me
You're no good for me
(You're no good for me) You are the bent and blackened spoon.
You are the butane. You are the bedroom.
(You're no good for me) You are the improbable excuse
for the horrible things that I do.
You're no good for me, but I guess not bad enough.
And on quiet nights I come to find you crawling through my kick drum
Hell bent on deliverance of all the privileges
of being with you, Heaven sent I crane my neck
To watch you desperately march down my chest, enjoying every step.
Emphasized by distances we never intended.
You come crawling back through my regrets to remind me what you said...
"We're no good at this."

Weird day.

My head a 'splode.

I just wanna have good clean fun.

What the fuck am I doing with my life?

Art attack on theodore streetttt.

I just spent 6 hours making an artist book, and its been so fun and I made a huge mess.


Beer again.
Going for a ride tomorrowww.

I have been sick for almost a month. Gross.





Wah! Someone get drunk with me tomorrow night or something.



+I thought this shit was ovahh :(

Didn't realise what the time was until just then.


Itchy from nicotine patches and my heart hurts cause I have no friends and people are taing my place and I miss the animals and SOMEONE FUCKING CUDDLE THEM AND TEACH THEM TO BE GOOD FFS.

Bleh day

Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad day

I feel bleh.
Lonely and pathetic.

I go back to work tomorrow.



I don't know.

Plus people keep walking too slowly past my house.

Bed bed bed.

I cut my thumb with a knife while I was cutting up tomato. Ruined.

Everything is almost washed and collected and ready to give back. The end.