I can dance in the shower with my tits swaying back and forth if I want to, and I can climb these god damn walls if I want to! didn't your mother ever tell you, rules, are meant to be broken? and if my soul is half-destroyed then there's nothing wrong with continuing to destroy … Continue reading Tits
You abused me till it became amusing, time-consuming, hopelessly bruised, and that's when it hit me. You left me I had no control just some post stick notes on the bedroom wall, and that's when it hit me. You consumed me till I could no longer see, forgetting how to swim, you all … Continue reading that’s when it hit me
Its difficult to adjust to changes, changes never gave us time. and life never gave us patience, I know that you dont believe, but your broken soul will heal, amongst the ray of sun, along the cocktail of sunflower yellow, it will lift you out, and my … Continue reading Broken Butterfly
and although I hate it, when will we start living again? just so I can have a feud with the bin men. so, I can climb on a stinking bus again, have the glares off tutting wed up and well looked after mothers, times where the pram keeps falling from … Continue reading and although I hate it
I tried to call you rejected them all that's OK to do that's what you choose to do and that's how you feel.
I am purposely picky and some times I draw out faults, that aren't there but I am scared. and I dont know what else to think, its confusing and time consuming and sometimes I wish my thoughts would just STOP. I am purposely picky because I dont want to get hurt, it takes too … Continue reading purposely picky
excuses and stories are a way for your mind to escape the truths and the tales, and your scared your fucking frightened, but you shouldn't be if only you could trust in me.
It's like ecstasy running through me heartbeat thumping through my ears, thrilling breathless at the slightest bit of danger turns me on makes it right my mind with so many channels to pick and decide and doors to open exciting, fun breathless, my chest hurts from happy bursts of joy from inside me.
And finally seagulls fill up the sky they fly so soulfully and right passed your eyes finally seagulls finally a change in season orange beak noisy nuisance but it makes a change.
I have feelings, I believe that I do, But I'm not sure what to do or how to use them for you, I have empty love so strong, But I can't work out if my feelings are strong, Correct Or Wrong.
When I was born my Grandad made a certificate for me, almost a letter, to keep, and it always gets me emotional! ~ A gift to bobbin; that's your name for now, maybe for good, not sure (anyway, nice 'nickname' for you) As a Thursday's child you have far to go, which is good to … Continue reading when i was born
its been some more time now and I've had chance to think a little more, im not happy, im stuck in a degree I cant complete because of lock down and i feel very isolated and alone, there is no peace in the house to get thinking space, no tiny voice cheering me on or … Continue reading 08.04.20