Current state of mind

Backstabbed

Serve me up a hard dose of atmosphere. I'm sorry, but how am I suppoed to ever be capable of trusting another individual after what you did to me? A soul of day dreams and faith, corrupted by your malicious greed. You and your seconds chances fell in love with my weakness. At first I was hesitant to farewell your presence from my life, but now I realise, it was the best decision ever made. There is meant to be faith in love but with you, sister, there was nothing. You destroyed every morsel of love, trust and faith between us. Thank you, for opening my eyes to this disaster piece. Goodbye seven years, 2002-2009

Honesty is the best policy

The truth is, I can't do this any longer.

Babylove

I don't want to be friends

Beauty exists, it just fades.

Boys

The tattoos, the rockstar lifestyle, the carefree attitude, doesn't cut it for me anymore. Whatever happened to a boy with intelligence, ambition and charm. Apparently they've all dropped off the face of the planet and all that's left to select from are damaged goods that frequent dirty bars and remain unemployed. I am not asking for a man with money -or any relationship at all right now- but just to encounter a male with a mind and heart of his own, and the ability to keep his pants on. Chivalry and charism should become the new black.

C-Breeze

Like a bird in a cage, I crave freedom. It cautiously meets the shore for the desired company but then drifts out, back into the plains of oceanic serenity. No fences, nor boundaries to confine me into a contorted space; just the sea breeze and routine of sunrise and set. That's what I yearn for - freedom.

+ New outlook

Not my forte'

Whilst a deathly alter ego was worn by every boy and girl, I'm now left feeling rather deathly. This virus I've caught has seemed to have fused every thought in my mind into something completely incoherrant. My eyes are heavy whilst my body is weak, all because of the theft of an American tradition. Every previous written post has seemed to capture the essence of my latest emotions, although if read by another, makes no sense. I'm not losing myself, as I am well aware of the grip that holds on one's spirit. This is simply a cold, caused by standing in the rain at 2am on Halloween, but has led to myself being completely unable to make any sense of my rhythmic thoughts or intentions. As for now, I hate Halloween and the sickening weather it brings.

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