December 2009
6 posts
torture
you know i haven’t slept in weeks, you’re the only thing i see.
thats money honey
i really wish i had a portable cashpoint. i need to check my balance.
possibility;
so tell me when you hear my heart stop, you’re the only one who knows.
tell me if you hear me falling, there’s a possibility, it wouldn’t show.
i want you bad boy.
buy me true love for christmas. i want.
i love the smell of hair dye
daisy lowe has made me miss having glossy brunette hair. im booking a hair appointment first thing to go back to my natural colour.
day 10 of having a fractured foot.
i wake up. i call out. someone comes to help me up. i get dressed. i call out. someone comes to help me downstairs. i sit and i sit and i sit. waiting for my bone to grow back. waiting for my life to go back to normal. waiting for the time when i can put my bare feet on the cold kitchen tiles in the morning. waiting for the time when i can dance around the house when no ones home. waiting for...