when i got my first computer and email in primary school i found a website which was basically a “love-ometer”, y’know where you put your name and the name of your “crush” in and it calculates the amout that you “”love”” each other. well anyway, when you signed up for the website you could then send the link to friends by putting their email addresses in. BUT the catch was that everytime one of my ‘friends’ entered the details of their SECRET crush and awaited the percentage of their true love, the website would notify me and tell me what name they put in

i knew who everyone fancied always and no one knew how

i have been thinking about this for a couple of days and i can’t work out if it’s mean or down right genius 

i’m just sitting here. my room is a mess, so fucking on so fucking forth. my head hurts my eyes sting. dunno whats going on. I opened the fridge and the box of crisps fell on my head. pepsi. pepsi. the cat is snoring. watching more episodes of scooby doo but i’ve seen every. single. one. and it’s like a dreadful playback of my worst memories and i know if i stay up any longer if i do i’ll have bad dreams. i always have bad dreams. my notebook is nearly full, i am almost poor. now i’m packing and packing and will next week come quicker. no. no. no. stay the fuck away from me. i can juggle i can’t dance nor can i sing but i can shout and scream and make a fuss but i don’t i never do and i’m always tired and i never eat infront of people anymore. i can’t sleep. i don’t want to wake up alone anymore and most of this is lyrics from my favourite songs, when yr mind was filled with air and mine with dirt and our most brilliant friends are doubting themselves.