I’ve had a lot of general ideas about what I plan to do in the new year. The problem with me is that most of my ideas are simply that; they never turn into a reality. I spark up an idea for a hobby, or an event, or something more life-changing; I plan it to […]
Charm beats looks. Obviously, looks count for something. They are a bonus. You have both, and are literally oozing of them. I would quite like you to text me please. I am glad that I did not sleep with you though. I naively thought that not sleeping with you would make you want more of […]
I would quite like to sort out find out what exactly is going on, this side of Christmas. What is the point in pro-longing an expected heartbreak? Not that I will be that bitter about it. I just prefer not to be messed around or “played” for much longer. It’s a bit ridiculous. I have a […]
I do Whatever it will take Can’t risk The thought that this will make You win The game that we both hate Can’t stop Thinking my heart will break.
Will I be motivated to do some work today? Is it normal that I am finding my lack of voice a blessing? Should I really watch Dark Knight Rises for the second time in so many days? Will I actually do a significant amount of work afterwords? Did I resign from my job a bit […]
Shall I just cut my losses and ask you out-right how you feel about our situation? I don’t fancy going to your party with all this confusion in my brain. At least this way I will know where I stand. It’s not as if I am going to ask “Where is this going?” because that […]
I don’t want to be, just another. Maybe one day when we are older, will I be seen as something other? Too late now. I should have been bolder.
Yeah, I know. I’m rubbish at noses.
So you invited me to a party (which is coming up soon!) I am nervous about meeting lots of new people, and text you this. Then I slip in the comment; “I just wonder what you may have said about me, if anything.” Reply: “I’m good at not really talking about things, so worry not!” […]
I don’t normally remember my dreams. The most recent one (apart from this morning) was a scary dream; in which a little girl was willingly becoming consumed by a blob of matter, turning her into a human-eating freak of nature. She was trying to persuade the little boy who was with her to do the […]