everything’s so fucked?
i have no idea what is going on
im honestly finding it hard to pick out actual moments from the past few days...
its like this huge rubber band ball full of messy broken strands of hair and hazy dreams...
a boy.. a stranger.. riding on a bike followed me almost all the way home from work today.. he slapped my arse so hard it still hurts to sit.. he fell off his bike and said sorry about 27 and half times in 3 seconds and went on to tell me about some Rebecca girl that i look like.. blah blah blah.. i laughed and he thanked me for not knocking his teeth out and he kept riding...
but up ahead.. he slowed down .. started riding awkwardly slow around and around in circles until i caught up.. offered me a lift? tried to make conversation alot.. i really had nothing to say? he winked.. read my name badge and said "nice meeting you Amanda.. catch you next sunday.. 12 past noon"... and i took the next left...
everything’s so loud in here
leave me alone. get out of my head
personally id be shattered for weeks..
with big lumps of guilt in my throat.
its all just pretends mummy...
nose bleeds have become a daily thing now..
im not sure what’s up with that..
but my nose hurts.. constantly..
every breath feels like huge gushes of salty wind blowing past sharp rusty (because) razor blades glued to the edges of my nostrils.. getting under the skin..the tear drops.. shattered.. into millions of pieces..
its becoming a pain in the arse.
and the uncertainty of what’s happening..
is becoming a pain in the arse.
covered in flowers.
more anal sex
i hope i dont have to work tomorrow.
i cannot believe sherridan has a baby..
it feels like only a few weeks ago evan was helping ben jump start his car while girl talk in night wear went on in the quiet carpark..
now that was a long time ago.
but still this year? maybe?
Jessica?
hello.
i love you.
if id known you were coming to see me earlier.. i would have spent the night with you.. walking streets .. i would have taken you home.. kept you warm in my bed while i kept checking to see if you were still breathing...
im not sure whats wrong beautiful girl
and that makes me feel genuinely bad... really useless.. and maybe even lack..
i would cry alot.
id be shattered
which seems to be more frequent then the nose bleeds lately..
and i dunno why
just all these tears...
and i crack..
crumble even
at the stupidest
and most embarrassing times.
and everything is SOoo..
i duno
scratching black boards with your nails
and spinning around in circles until that dirty old man from the butcher next door isnt watching me get undressed anymore.
and
barry has no house..
well soon wont have a house because shane is moving out.
isnt that great
yeah just fucking fantastic!
what is with this whole blank face covered in strange tears??
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if you see me down the street
please slap me in the face
23:56
