i have given up. all those 'happy-go-lucky, optimistic, look-on-the-bright-side' crap. prawn. whichever, whatever. passion in latin is passio. 'to suffer'. leaving this behind, im not going to give up on the new passion/s now. Watch me. and be there when i slip.

i can see the disappointment even in the way he walks. it makes me want to cry.

at this time currently, im swaggering, swaying between everything. not a safe place to be but boy it is fun. the contrasts mushes me up-how do i say it? i need sleep. insomnia came yesterday night, wrapped her fingers around mine and whispered that she was there to stay for the night. i awoke with a fear of everything from the space behind me to the silence when i first stuffed the earpieces into my ears. and the sounds, especially when there were none. thank god for the bus where everything went back to normal.

still no photos, may upload some in school tmr(=

We have a history between us, and in some ways I think that is thicker than anger, thicker than blood.
- Keeping Faith by Jodi Picoult

(ive fallen in love with the way she uses her words)