i just love being a genius
no school for me, suckers

to do list for today:
write a letter and scan it so it can be printed and given to the intended recipient
write some stories (new zealand and george harrison)
do some of an assignment (any book will do)
finish a prac report and email the teacher about the test (powerhouse)
study a lot and email the teacher about missing the exam (french)
do some revision for exam (maths)

OH HOORAY that does look fun
now back to bed
bye bye bye

and you

you can fuck off

do not read this.

every time i think i'm getting good at something

it fails

every time i actually put my heart into something

it fails

every time i begin to make an effort

i can't keep it up and

it fails

there's actually nothing i can do right

and there's never been a time where i've hated myself so much

fucking hell i'm so over this all

i'm so so so over trying to be enthused about things i don't give a shit about

fuck

i'm

so

over this

on top of that i have a french exam

on top of that i can't get over this one certain boy

on top of that i have to act civil or everything will get fucked

fuck

fuck

fuck

do they not have pen and paper where you are?

things are just breezy

i want someone to hug all the time :)

in east camberwell the people are crazy

k-a-l-e-i-d-o-s-c-o-p-e

i'm in love with the idea of infatuation

i am not skinny enough

today i had a conversation about blogging

and how i tumblr when i'm feeling creative

but i blog when i'm feeling depressed

and that's why all my recent blogs are just rambles of a temporarily sad kid

so i suppose i apologise for that

but then again it's my blog so y'all can suck it.

i wanna be a millionaire some day

and know what it feels like to give it away

today i researched george harrison and practiced french verbs. you'd have thought i'd be feeling better than yesterday but that's where the twist comes in.

hi

i care what people think

and i voice it

hi

i don't know what i'm doing most of the time

and i hate it

i don't like how i am or how i look

all of the time

and i hate it

i feel myself using people or lying occasionally and i just despise it

i hate that i can't think of things to say

and i can't motivate myself to do anything

and i hate

that i'm complaining right now

because it's all i ever do

but whatever

life can suck me

i'm tired.

bloggin iz 4 da n00bz

jokes i'm just jealous of the kids who can still think of things to say.

i have the following:

• a pocket full of sunshine
• an old cd player on repeat
• two amazing freshly baked cakes
• a lot of phlegm and some clogged up sinuses
• four more vinyls than i had 2 days ago
• a whole chunk of confusion
• a substantial amount of homework
• a really terrible headache
• a mother bringing me back lunch now

bye.

i love: 1. this girl 2. feeling pretty

i'm so fucking sad
i miss everything
and i can't do a goddamn thing about it
and i'm just
fuck
and
fuck
and i don't know what to do

and i've gotten myself into shit
and i'm just tired
and
sad