everyone I know, they faked it from the word go and I need to know why.

He thinks that's what happens when you let your heart win.

You can lose everything you ever wanted in a single moment if you don't painstakingly filter every word you think, never mind say.

If you don't have to fight it every step of the way?

It's not love.

pop the cheap champagne, we're going down in flames.

In the library at uni right now... my group exercise is sitting next to me and I'm just touching it in the hope that the knowledge on how to answer it will absorb into my skin.

And I forgot I have work to do for my tutorial tomorrow. Crap.

I'm still ill though, feeling sorry for myself and the rest of it.

I've got a group meeting in half an hour and I'm going to spend that time writing - I'm not doing it enough these days. It's like this odd kind of inertia - I can think, god can I think of the stories I'd write, but sit me down with a pen or a computer and I can't figure it out. Don't have the energy to figure it out.

basking here in stockholm sunshine
they call it a syndrome but i'm not convinced.

the time you wait all week for
it's your turn now on friday night
you lean in close, time for the kill
it's been a bitch of a week and it's time to fight.

hollow lies and heartbreak skies;
is this what you're jealous of?

where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?

I really needed a new blog anyway, so this is the prefect opportunity.

Any other blog I've started has always ended up being a writing one, so I'm going to try to keep it to a minimum in this one. Living in my head is not an option.

I'm... confused. I had a day today like none I've ever had, and I'm what I've always despised.

We reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals.
I loved this phrase from Obama's speech. There was something about it, something uncompromising that appealed to me.

I'll try and update often and hopefully less cryptically, morbidly and randomly than this.

K
o_o