They’ll just throw you away like an unwanted toy. Such is the nature of people these days. One minute you are their best friend, the next they want nothing more to do with you. Is there no way we can compromise and find an ideal balance? Something somewhere between the two, maybe. What happened to acquaintances, or even just friends? Did those two terms, perhaps, become lost somewhere in time and space at the beginning of the current millennium? And why must we change our minds so often on where people stand with us? I am tired of being treated like a piece of paper, as I am sure many other people are. Is it, perhaps, up to people like me to take action and fight against the norm? Maybe to have our acquaintances and our friends and say ‘look world, I am fighting for what I believe is right!’ Is it up to us to toss aside our current ways, and maybe, for once, stop being so fickle? Maybe it is. but then again, I doubt it would make much difference.
June 2007
June 25, 2007
Shoelace, cotton thread, sour milk, ladybird
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June 25, 2007
Today I bought two new dresses. They were in the sale in House of Fraser. One of them is checked grey/ brown, quite loosely fitted, and makes me look a bit like I should be in Oliver Twist, or some other similar musical containing orphans. It has two pockets on the front and it is lovely. It cost £12.50. The other one is also checked, and contains a variety of colours such as pink, peach and light blue. It is prettier than it sounds. It has some buttons down the front and also has two pockets. It cost £17. I am rather happy. I like dresses.
June 24, 2007
This is copied and pasted from my MySpace profile. Yes, I am sad. But I quite like it.
I’m a little more forgiving than my predecessors. I’ve a keen eye. It likes to observe murders on the moor in the coldest, darkest midwinter. I never was one for parties. Sure, I like to socialise as much as the next person, but my heart cannot cope with the torment of knowing that I am in love with every person in the room, but not one of them loves me back. It’s a long road to get back to where I was, but the flight takes twenty minutes. Psychologically speaking. This is really great, I can see us being best friends. I just feel like you really get me, you know?
June 24, 2007
He has her telephone number on the back of a receipt for the boots she bought last Friday. He is unsure as to whether it is even her real number. The trace of her lipstick remains on his cheek. Surely that means something? No, don’t be stupid. You always hope for the best and it never works out for you. Maybe you should just give up completely. He sits completely still, mind clouded with contradicting thoughts. His coffee is going cold. He doesn’t even notice. Try the phone number. No. Don’t try the number. She left ten minutes ago, you don’t want to look desperate. But… NO. Stop it. He picks up his cup of coffee and takes a sip. It is cold. He puts the mug back on the table, gathers his things and leaves.
June 18, 2007
I would quite like my mind to leave and never come back.
June 4, 2007
We all mean next to nothing in the grand scheme of things.
