i havent been out since my friends 21st and its been nearly three weeks now. what's wrong with me? i feel like i've lost my social connections. I sit and chat with people but i feel like a burden.
I've been hiding away at home in my mess in my room. The mess is a reflection of the disarray i feel deep within my soul
I don't know how to make it better, I tidied my room but i cant reorganise my life! i dont know how to take away this loneliness
HELP
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
Friday, 4 November 2011
why does everything have to be so conventional? i've been trtying to find some really super hip authentic vintage clothes for ages but every time i try they aren't very nice and smell really weird, as if someone else has worn them or something. wtf? i just wanna buck the trend, break the mould. should that be so wrong? i am sometimes hoisted by my own petard when it comes to these things, but alas, i struggle on.
feeling pretty sassy right now. things are looking up, i'm networking, i'm hitting up the clubz and loving every minute. i had the best night of my life last night. i quite literally danced the night away. i had all the moves and everyone knew it. but i don't need no man, i'm one single sista and that's how i like it
Saturday, 1 October 2011
spinning
my head is spinning after last night. if its spinning in the opposite direction to the world am i effectively still? sometimes I worry the earth will stop on its axis, what happens then - its a worry
Sunday, 25 September 2011
wow
A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.
Jane Austen
A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.
Jane Austen
A mind lively and at ease, can do with seeing nothing, and can see nothing that does not answer.
Jane Austen
A person who can write a long letter with ease, cannot write ill.
Jane Austen
A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.
Jane Austen
An artist cannot do anything slovenly.
Jane Austen
An engaged woman is always more agreeable than a disengaged. She is satisfied with herself. Her cares are over, and she feels that she may exert all her powers of pleasing without suspicion. All is safe with a lady engaged; no harm can be done.
Jane Austen
Business, you know, may bring you money, but friendship hardly ever does.
Jane Austen
Dress is at all times a frivolous distinction, and excessive solicitude about it often destroys its own aim.
Jane Austen
Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.
Jane Austen
For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?
Jane Austen
Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.
Jane Austen
From politics, it was an easy step to silence.
Jane Austen
Jane Austen
A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.
Jane Austen
A mind lively and at ease, can do with seeing nothing, and can see nothing that does not answer.
Jane Austen
A person who can write a long letter with ease, cannot write ill.
Jane Austen
A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.
Jane Austen
An artist cannot do anything slovenly.
Jane Austen
An engaged woman is always more agreeable than a disengaged. She is satisfied with herself. Her cares are over, and she feels that she may exert all her powers of pleasing without suspicion. All is safe with a lady engaged; no harm can be done.
Jane Austen
Business, you know, may bring you money, but friendship hardly ever does.
Jane Austen
Dress is at all times a frivolous distinction, and excessive solicitude about it often destroys its own aim.
Jane Austen
Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.
Jane Austen
For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?
Jane Austen
Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.
Jane Austen
From politics, it was an easy step to silence.
Jane Austen
death bed
the internet is written in ink not pencil. but face paint is not permanent and washes off with soap and water. which is a shame. today i lie in my bed. apathetic. i ponder about how different things could have been. alas. tears drip down my big face. i watch out of my window. no-one ever comes. will you miss me?
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