Just stick through it kid, and when you have, you’ll feel this sense of wellbeing and you’ll know anythings possible.
She chose something that wasn’t life. She loved it. But it meant absolutely nothing, and had damaging effects. So she chose life. and it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
Told the catholic mother I didn’t believe in god. She bought me a 19 inch widescreen TV. Win.
The thought of pepper street just seems to get better and better.
I can’t focus anymore, and everythings in high contrast. silence doesn’t bother me anymore. I want to follow a straight line and i wish i’d learnt french. I wish i could spell as well as i used to. Pepper street thats where i’ll be. I’m not really here. Conclusion? we all fall down.
I’ve been missing a jigsaw piece for a while now and i’d quite like it back. I remember the days when i planned my future in crayons. I remember the days i was dragged to church and when i wanted to raise hell. I wish i could say my brain was numb from revision. I’m not your porcelain doll no more. life = escapism and self destruction. And your heart skips a beat and nobody...
“daddy, daddy i want a pony” - I didn’t want a pony. I wanted spyro the dragon
I could hear people calling my name. but it was just binomial expansion driving me insane.
I remember the day you fell into a nettle bush, and when i kicked the bag of chips over my head. I remember.
But, I’m loved more than i’ll ever know. But it’s the love that restrains me from flying. Too many times have i looked into the sky and seen the other birds fly. Soaring through the clouds feeling the sun against their unclipped wings. Too many times have i looked into the sky only to be shadowed by the clouds and the lives the other birds lead. And at night, when the other birds...
I was told that my wings were clipped. That I’ve led a sheltered life, and if I were to fly away, i would fall. I would fall into what’s known as reality.