Fuck my parents.

Fuck my house.

Fuck my schizophrenia.

Fuck my respect.

Fuck my emotions.

Fuck everything.

The walls of this house aren't soundproof. They have many secrets to share.

None of which I wish to hear.

I really don't think I can take this constant bullshit for the rest of my time living here.

I want to live somewhere else. Away from these people...

The sound of a revolution.

When you can't get up.

When you can't breathe.

When you can't muster a smile.

When you can't dry your tears.

When you can't feel a thing.

When you can't see the sun.

When you can't hear the wind.

When you can't bear the weight on your shoulders.

When you can't find hope.

When you can't believe a word.

When you can't resist a vice.

When you can't take another step.

When you can't go on.

I'll be there.

Arms wide, heart open.

Fucking being poor.

Excellent.

Just another thing I'm not good enough for.

Not only that but I'll have to live without the hopes of actually being able to afford anything for a long time.

"Why bother putting anything into life when you just don't seem to get anything out of it."

I believe the expression is, FML.

We're better together, but still we're going nowhere.

Good night...

A silhouette in the backroads of this town,

A cold embrace turns to an even colder frown.

A tear runs down the face of a girl in a photograph.

But it’s all I have.

I haven't cried like this for a long time...

Ugh, end.

Lyric writing session.

I could pick a thousand words but none of them could set the sky to the perfect shade to match you.

I could sing a thousand songs but none of them could make you smile.

I could do anything you wanted but never give you what you needed.

I could never make it me and you.

I'm very bored and I just don't have the patience to do anything other than this.

Oh my god.

I am going to scream.

Piercing costs

For future reference this is what I'm going to charge for piercings from now on;

Ear Piercings:

Lobe - £10

Horizontal Lobe - £15

Tragus - £15

Conch - £15

Helix - £15

Industrial - £15

Scaffolding - £20

Rook - £15

Daith - £15

Anti-tragus - £15

Orbital lobe - £20

Snug - £15

Nose Piercings:

Nostril - £15

Septum - £20

Facial Piercings:

Labret/lip - £15

Vertical Labret - £25

Medusa - £20

Eyebrow - £20

Anti-eyebrow - £25

Cheek - £20

Monroe - £20

Bridge - £25

Navel Piercings:

Navel - £20

True Navel - £25

Horizontal Navel - £25

Nipple Piercings:

Nipple (Ring) - £15

Nipple (Bar) - £20

Genital Piercings:

POA

Surface Piercings:

Surface bars - £20

Skin Diver - £25

Microdermal Anchor - £30

:D

Arrigo. Meanwhile, back in the real world. says:

go as paula

Chris Paula Who's The Kid With The Coolest Trainers On? Who's Getting Ripped Cos They Got The Label Wrong? says:

LOOOL

Arrigo. Meanwhile, back in the real world. says:

and she should go as you

oh wait

she already is

GEDDIT

Chris Paula Who's The Kid With The Coolest Trainers On? Who's Getting Ripped Cos They Got The Label Wrong? says:

-___-

Arrigo. Meanwhile, back in the real world. says:

LOL

Ahhh :D

I want some new clothes.

Mainly some tartan shorts;

A nice belt;

And a new pair of Vans;

I'd also like a blink-182 shirt and a Protest The Hero shirt, but I'm not counting on that x]

Soooo much money D:

Reasons I need money:

Ticket to The Devil Wears Prada; £12

Ticket to the Imperial Never Say Die! Club Tour; £10

Ticket to The Fall Of Troy; £10

Ticket to the Rockstar Energy Drink Taste of Chaos; £22

Gah.

Meanwhile, back in the real world.

You know its been a sick gig when you're so tired from 3 hours straight of moshing and skanking that you can't be bothered to show up for your college talent show.

I had a lovely time with Jamie today drinking apple ciders and just chatting about life. He's such a genuine guy, I love him so much :)

This is the anthem I'm hooked on at the moment by the ridiculously epic Sonic Boom Six.

Don't blame me if you feel the need to skank, its quite common.

In addition, I'd like to express my total glee in being in the same corner shop as Adam from The Apostates last night talking about how I've wanted to catch them live for over a year now, then also about pot noodles (the green ones, obviously). Fucking cool guy.

On a seperate note, I've honestly not got much left in me in terms of restraint. I'm awfully worried...

Lets see how this plays out then.

Shakespeare, you dog.

The poem that caught my eye on the tube home yesterday. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

There are only so many moments I can take where I have to hold myself back.

One of these days I'll make a fool of myself, it'll be the day I disappear.

Whenever I close my eyes I can see a completely different world in which I see things as I would want them to actually be. Then I take the moment to think, I can't actually see anything with my eyes closed.

What I really need to do, is open my eyes, and make things how I would want them. That way I'd never want to close my eyes again because...

It would already there...

Too bad it isn't that easy.

In all my efforts.

I've never found it so difficult to write a song in my entire life. Its actually quite depressing to be honest. The music is in my head but my fingers won't let the sound pass into tangible space.

I found solace today in that I reckon my semi-final audition went well today. The judges seemed to enjoy my performance and they were paying attention to it.

One word on University however. The whole thing at Sussex University makes it look like it is a festival. I genuinely mean that. I realise there is a lot of work but in reality, University is not that hard. Its almost like living a life where you don't have to do anything at all.

For once in my life I actually feel like I could achieve something wonderful but, I don't exactly know how or when.

We'll have to wait and see I suppose.

If any of you have ever spent a moment channel-hopping and have stumbled upon this quirky creature... ... I urge you to resist that temptation to ignore him and actually spend the remaining minutes watching this cartoon. It is the best cartoon you will watch on Cartoon Network in the UK at the moment.

Speaking of which, whilest I was engaged in the practise of channel-hopping, I found myself this song which I think is the best example of hard-rock that Australia has to offer.

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Mammal...

Lovely.

Oh, and for those that were wondering, the purple cat/bear/rabbit thing is called Chowder and he is an apprentice chef. You can catch him on Cartoon Network everyday.

Lets hope I did enough.

This song could be worth £500 to me.

Fucking beautiful song as well <3