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I feel myself plunging in to the depths. No one can hear me scream, or break my fall. I am falling alone and I am scared.
The mind is a glorious thing, but it is also very fragile.
This ones for my dad , realest guy i ever had. Wiped my tears when i was sad , diciplined me when i was bad.
My thoughts are like a pack of cards, I shuffle the bad ones to the back so I don't ever need to notice them. But once in a while I deal them out....
Just had my hair styled at the most incredible salon in the Cotswolds. Had my hair washed whilst sat in a massage chair, whilst reading Vogue and drinking green tea. Had a pretty incredible day :).
God loved us so much he sacrificed his only son for us.
Today I treated myself to yet another piercing, that'll be my third piercing in a week lol, greedy me!.
I hate cats :/.
It always surprises me how good crying feels afterwards.
Well at 1,561 words at the moment, conservative estimate is that it will be at least double that to finish. I've got a revised story plan and hopefully this extended version will be worth the wait.
காலை என் இரவு ஆகியது... மதியம் என் காலை ஆகியது... இரவு என் மாலை ஆகியது.... காலை வணக்கம் ... -NJ-.
This is my first entry.. Thus it is best to talk of my first...
Dear Jim'll fix it During the 90’s I wrote to you to fix it for me to spend a night with a hooker, which you arranged with great vigour.
I am a really happy person now, woohoo!!.
- Mouthful of Floor - I was at his gym class again, with Paul. We sat on the floor again, because this gym class was just exercising and lifting weights, and the teacher didn't care too much.
Honestly. Do you know the internal damage you've caused me. They all told me you felt the same. You even said it yourself. And then I confess my love for you and you break my fucking heart.
You never really leave my mind..
So...what to write...as the saying goes, so many blogs, so little time.
Everyday on my way to school I see this one guy on the train. He looks the same as everyone else. There is something slightly different thought. Something that separates him from the crowd.
So I use to tweet a lot, and yesterday I decided to start using it again and announced it to the world but now that I've got Opuss I don't see the point of twitter.
Because it is all coming back. My favorite bar is just around the corner and the open sea down the road. Because I can feel the heart of this noisy city, my city.
The body asks the heart, if I am in pain the doctor will cure me, but if you are in pain, who is going to cure you. The heart replies, only I can cure myself.
I was so upset about something I created in my mind that I failed to stop and realise other people's sorrows for a while.
Spinning up like turbines to full speed that's what getting up in the morning is like *whirr* click!.