...Wearing our lips away....

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 15:58:23 GMT

it's not getting any better.
i wish i could tell you.

xxxx

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 17:57:03 GMT

i don't know what's inside your head, but hey! what's new. inside mine is your offer. just swirling around like its the only thing i have to think about. i may actually take you up on it. i just might!

i'm too emotional for my own good at this moment in time, and it seems i've burned too many bridges in the past year, despite my thinking it was okay. silly, silly girl.

some things never change!

x

Mon, 05 May 2008 15:16:00 GMT

I wished with all my heart this would happen. Now it's happening and all I can do is cry and wish I had the power in me to stop it.
You don't want to see me because you know it'll crush you, and I hope more than anything it does because then I'd at least be in with a chance of not losing you for good.

xxx

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 23:41:29 GMT

2 years and all it comes down to is an email telling me you had good times but really, you need to be on your own. not even a phonecall, an email.

happy fucking anniversary, ally. i hope you choke and fucking die.

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 01:37:09 GMT

i feel sick because i wish more than anything i was away. i feel sick because all i want is perfection. i feel sick because all i have is a massive, massive mess.

saturday? i wouldn't take it back in a second, i just want you to not make this so hard.

x

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 15:04:05 GMT

Recently it's been about:

hating fat slags.
rekindling long, lost friendships.
staying in bed til ridiculous hours in the afternoon.
getting plastered.
resolving issues from the past.
working like a beast.
Edinburgh.
loving him more than ever.
art school with the spaz.
cuddles.
missing my friends far too much.
day dreaming about the future and our Beatles kitchen.
my little world.

s'been pretty good like.
DUFFY WHERE ARE YOU?
xxxxxxxxx

Sat, 15 Mar 2008 01:08:48 GMT

part of me wishes that I was still in 5th year at school, riddled with glandular fever just so I could stay home in my wee cacoon and watch donnie darko every day. then i wouldn't need to care anymore.

xxxx

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 17:34:53 GMT

Yesterday I could have strangled you with rage. Today kind of puts things in perspective and I know I won't be able to face the next week or so without you. I'm so scared, and I know you are too but it'll be okay, I promise.

Just so you know, my beautiful girl, I know nothing will take the hurt away but I love you very very much and I'm always here for a cuddle. I won't tiptoe around you, I'll say vulgar and often inappropriate things which I know will eventually make you laugh - even if you cry first. Just pick up the phone if you need an ear or a shoulder.

xxxxxxx

Thu, 10 Jan 2008 22:21:26 GMT

2008 was destined for big things. Instead it's all about broken promises and taking things slowly.

it'll be hard but i'm pretty sure it'll be fucking worth it. If not, there's always next year.

xxxx

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 00:49:41 GMT

I think for the first time in my life, I was sad leaving a year behind. Good things happened last night, and it was spent in the company of the best people. Hopefully, that's a good sign.

Happy New Year though.

I love you.

xxxxx

Sun, 23 Dec 2007 23:25:59 GMT

it's all about the synth in the 80s ballads I can't stop listening to. it's all about not feeling Christmassy but still being so excited about the fact it's 2days away! it's all about that text - 3 weeks later and still as excited. it's all about seeing the people i've not seen in months and months and realising that you missed them more than you thought you had (DEBORAH - THAT'S YOU). it's all about a massive overdraft but good, good presents for your family. it's all about missing my Spaz and looking forward to our Christmas night out. it's all about my girl smiling at last :) it's all about the nipple tassles. BUT MORE THAN ANYTHING, it's all about NPL with those two girls without whom, I'd be lost!

fucking time of my life!

xxxxxxxx

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 02:52:55 GMT

plans that probably will never happen, but make me smile all the while.
excitement for the amazing, amazing things to come.
my favourite people in my favourite places.
butterflies for what might or might never be!

I might not feel Christmassy but I'm a fucking soppy cunt so I guess everything's kinda okay :)

xxxxx

Mon, 26 Nov 2007 23:44:56 GMT

My fingers were crossed but still no luck!
If it's meant to be, it'll be, but I know I'd prefer a bit of voodoo.

xxx

Sat, 20 Oct 2007 11:32:31 GMT

You're timing is always impecible.
And my heart, I guess you'll always break it.

You always feel so lucky when it's all falling down.

x

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 13:39:10 GMT

If I could do one near perfect thing, I'd be happy. They'd write it on my grave or when they scatter my ashes. On second thought's I'd rather hang around and be there with my best friend if she wants me!

Miss Duffy, I LOVE YOU :)

x

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 12:45:16 GMT

The hardest part about going on holiday for so long, is knowing that I'm leaving you behind! I wish you'd drop it all and come away with me! I promise that if you do, I won't cry anymore.

x

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 14:01:16 GMT

I want in, like a substitute
I've been working awful hard for you
But you don't say, you just hold your breath
So I can't touch what I haven't yet
She's a poor one and it hurts me so
And it's a dark path and a heck of a cold
And she can feel me like she did before

Oh we'd be so free
Happy alone
Sharing a smile
So far from home

Push in and I pull it away
It a hard part but the true love way
Girl you're wanted like a wanted man
With your smart mouth and your killer hands
With a potion oh that I have made
For a young man its a heck of a wage
And i feel crazy when I see your face

Coz we'd be so free!

I swear to god, I'm eating myself alive and you don't know, you honestly don't know that it's all for you! They ask me how I do it and I don't know what to say! I'm so fed up of all this confusion but I'm so scared to ask what you want from me because I fear (know) that it'll not be the answer I want. I love you. I love you. I love you.

You're beauty, it still brings me to my knees.

x

Sun, 08 Jul 2007 00:58:16 GMT

After spending the past three days with you, I don't even know where my head is at. I do know that I love you more than I can comprehend and I'm so glad you're in my life. I hate you for all of this but I was so sad leaving you. I really, really do love you though.

Thank you.

x

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 12:34:43 GMT

£37, SATURDAY NIGHT, KASABIAN!!!
I could infact pee myself!
Thank you mum ♥

x

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 12:49:36 GMT

"sorry" and "i love you".
Say it all you want.
Say it til you're blue in the face.
Nothing that comes out of your mouth means very much to me anymore.
I hope you dislike yourself as much as I dislike you because you don't deserve anything more, from anyone.

x

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 15:07:40 GMT

These dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.

It's finished. I'm finished, and I feel like shit. I hope you're happy.

x

Wed, 27 Jun 2007 13:25:16 GMT

I love you!

x

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 14:09:20 GMT

I looked at you last night, and it scared me how beautiful you are. What scares me more is this unspoken arrangement that we have because I know that it's simply dangerous!

It seems that my likeness for drinking pints has turned into an obsession, and now when I'm out, I can compete with the big boys. Recently, I've spent most of my days with my neighbour. It looks like we're joined at the hip, and when I'm with him I have never laughed so much or so hard. I think he's possibly a godsend! Some things are falling apart, and to some, it doesn't really seem to matter much. I guess it's one of those things that hopefully turn out okay. This week I'm going to be drunker than I have been in a long, long time. Reverting back to my old ways maybe? I just know that the sun isn't out, but fuck me, summer is here!

x

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 13:03:50 GMT

13th of October.

Carling Academy.

UNDER-FUCKING-WORLD!
Get in!

x

Fri, 01 Jun 2007 15:02:54 GMT

Last night was just as amazing as I expected it to be. I didn't write a love letter. I didn't really have to, he didn't give me the chance. I suppose he kinda just recited one to me instead. He might not be what I'm looking for, but he's lovely and gave me little butterflies which was nice.
The girls I was with though, they are what made the night. Them and my A4 list of requests of which nearly all got played, even although the exceedingly nasty sound man ripped it up :( I suppose it's nights like that that make you realise how fucking good being single is.

Fuck all this though, s'all about doing the washing, going to work, then getting mangled.

x

Do you miss home?
Do you miss home?
And are you cool?
Symmetrical?

x