Have I got a little story for you...

Why should you expect to see something that you haven’t seen in somebody you’ve known since you were sixteen? It’s much better to face these things with a sense of poise and rationality. That one crowded hour lead to my wreck and ruin. I feel like quote out of context, so I keep doing the best imitation of myself. I got my cappuccino to go and I’m heading for the hills again, because everybody runs. Apparently, everybody skips, and everybody could be dying, but everybody’s fine.

How dare you say that my behaviour’s unacceptable. Are you fit to tread the fucking ground that I am walking on? I don’t want nobody. Not even you. I was caught up in the times, but if you catch up, you’ll find out why.

This girl needs therapy. She dreams in colour, she dreams in red. So the doctor reached into his bag, but instead of an injection pulled out a record with a tag. It’s just not scientific. A million times they ask me, and then they ask me over. I just answer perhaps. Please explain to me how is this place has come to be so twisted between time and dreams. I want to dig a hole through this storm of hatred. It’s like the only company I keep is misery hour after hour. It’s like I’m stuck. Like there’s a demon I can’t face down.

It’s a good thing that I’m not a star, you don’t know how lucky you are. Sad songs and waltzes aren’t selling this year. But there’s no difference if it’s yours or if it’s mine.

Just right now I can’t think of anything better to do than to sit down at my desk and write this blog. I might just stay here with my beer and fish and chips til it gets dark, cos hey, I’m still alive.