I've recently lost someone who meant heaps to me. I love you Emma. I crashed my car. Poor Travis has a dented bonnet. :'( Just when I think no one cares, An old friend turns up... Fuck. I'm a fragile person, but if I have to, I will stand up for myself. I've been rejected one too many times. Fuck this. I deem myself too forgiving. Fuck I hate you. You know who you are. I have a soft spot for animals, cute boys and cotton candy. I'm the girl who you pass in the street with out a second glace. I want *you* to hold my hand. I'm chronically unco-ordinated; burns, scraped knees, and dropping things. If you haven't felt the pain, you haven't truly lived. I love marshmellows. A new job wouldn't hurt. I don't appreciate being told to grow up. I act three and a half and I intend to keep it that way well into my fifties. I have a bad habit swearing and giving people the finger. If you are offended by this behavior, fuck off, I don't care. I'm not christian, and I don't want to become one. I have a Hiptop, a Holden Barina, a strange sense of style and no sense of direction. Bang!

Chasing cotton candy dreams and bunny shaped clouds. Dreaming of marshmallow mattresses and warm cocoa cuddles. I want to see more of the world than the pavement and gutters. I want to dance across the sky with the moon and kiss the stars before they burn out and die. I want to love and hold hands in the streets instead of holding my pillow. My heart has been sticky taped more times than I can count I less than three glitter and shiny things. I love the color pink and orange and green. I love things that make me smile and simply laugh out loud. Random and me are like this *crosses fingers and toes*. I don't feel good enough for you. Any of you. So don't even try to make me believe other wise. I'm sorry if I don't talk to you anymore, but it kinda works both ways you know.