I wish i was 10.

I wish i was Ten.
simple number
simple life
waiting, lying in the grass
for Christie's gran to bring us sweets
perhaps some humbugs


I wish i was Ten.
queueing up in the dinner-line
repeatedly glancing
salivating, 
that chocolate cake with custard
how divine!


I wish i was Ten.
my biggest worry
how that maths equation was solved
it must be so easy for geniuses.

actually cannot talk to you when you're with her.

friends

i don't even know why i fucking bother. why do i work so hard to keep certain friends when all they provide me with 80% of the time is cold uncertainty/trouble? this never happens with other people. everything's nice and dandy. But nooooo, YOU TWO have to fucking ruin it everytime. you think you are invincible and can say whatever you like when you're together. you will end up with no friends and when you fall out you will be alone. just GTFO

Rambert Dance Company

Current Song

CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO THIS. I WANT TO EAT YOUR HEART.

Current Book

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So a few days ago, an author by the name of Keith Gray paid a visit to my school. I adore Author talks, and this one was exceptionally immersing. He discussed his latest book, Ostrich Boys, and the various topics the book touched on. Suicide, for one. The author admitted that he tried to commit the crime when he was 18, half the age he was when Ostrich Boys was published. Judging from first impressions, i wouldn't have guessed that at all from his buoyant, energetic personality. On the topic of whether Gray was a pessimist or an optimist, he said, "some people are the glass-is-half-full types, while others are the glass-is-half-empty. I describe myself as a The-glass-is-obviously-too-big-for-my-drink person."
Post-talk, i purchased The Fearful from the shelf of books on sale, it featuring my favourite cover. Judging a book by it's cover obviously.
Peace!^.^