a dress in blue

I don't care if it hurts,

I want to have control.

I want a perfect body,

I want a perfect soul.

I want you to notice,when I'm not around.

You're so fucking special,I wish I was special.

oh wow
they such amazing lyrics
go radiohead for looking into my head right now
and going back in time and writing that in 1993
that didnt happen, but still

chips, mango sorbet, tea, rolls


i am currently sitting on my bed,
in my immensley messy room

but i kindof like it


i like my loud music, and my room with clothes, and pointe shoes
and bags, and rose petals, and paper and pencils
and hats and bags
everywhere
i like it.

amelia said to give myself twenty four hours
and maybe i will, i think i shall.

not now, not tomorrow.

maybe the week after

im at a cross roads.
apparently
and i really hate capital letters and long sentences.

but i dont know which one to pick
i know the one i should pick.
and the one i want to pick
but at the same time
the other path is so strong
and less painful
and easier.
i dont know how to make the "good" path easier and bearable
like the "bad" one

maybe im just lazy
but i really like this song
and my toes hurt like a mother bitch
:)