i wish someone can see past my exterior smile and belive the truth behind the lie "im fine". i need comfort. I need someone. And im affraid i have already pushed him away.

I need a foot massage and a hug.

music exam this morning. didnt go to bad. after it i had a gingerbread latte in starbucks. heaven! then had a look round henry street. bumped into luke, skipping school naughty boy. i enjoyed it. i can home and had some carrot soup. im having a nice day so far. although it would be nicer is i got my kasabian ticket. i was so frustrated, i was planning to go but the tickets were all sold out.

my feet are so sore. my boots are pretty but you cant walk for hours in them. at one point luke carried me. love him. love you x

the crazy cat lady

things might look good on the outside, but inside it aint so perfect.

im good, but there is something inside me, that i cant put my finger on. something hideous. something that is hurting me.

heres some pretty pictures to distract myself. to put a false smile on my face.

saturday.

saturday was fun/sad. im really ganna miss robbie! i dont feel i will be able to let go.

i love you.

i didnt say it enough. i didnt write it enough. i didnt whispour it enough. i didnt trace the words with my fingers on your back enough. but i thought about it, a lot. i thought about it so much. Thats what i would do different, you know.thinggs probally still would have been doomed, but if i could do it all over again, that would be what i do different. i'd tell yoiu everyday. i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.
do you ever wonder about that? if i'd do it all over again?

The same, over and over, but this time you would know i love you. You would be certain, because every night it would be the last thing i murmer in your ear.

there arnt many things i can say i would repeat, but your one and one of a few.

all the girls look like they should be in amsterdam doing tricks with mars bars

im going to rock your world nice and gently. like a delishious cake opposed to a bag of drugs.

my friends said i look like daisy lowe. best compliment...ever!

happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, won or consumed. happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude.