• to write a novella
• write poetry until my fingers are bleeding and my tips are rubbed until i am no longer unique and with an identity.
• cry at my school examination results. (examination blues, why do you prevail to cause me pain?)
• volunteer somewhere.
• go to the science museum
• save up every one pound and two pound coin i find to form a comfortable nest egg to last until 30th august when college begins.
• spend more money on -clothes and notebooks and spend less money on food.
• eat less as a result of saving money.
• be nice to harry.
• go running
• start drawing

• everything starts at 9am and ends at 5pm
• figures of authority
  • teachers
  • policemen
  • parents
  • government

• i have no remorse
  • what you say can never hurt me
  • it did but nevermind
  • u can't hurt me anymore, baby
• words are so beautiful they are the only thing with the power to make me cry.
• i have these journals: tumblr, listography, blogspot, livejournal and paper too because i am a mess and i like trying new things
• heavy water sits in my brain
• my phone needs to be contract. pay as you go to hell is awful.

I really would like to play the piano but my fingers will not allow me

• i am so happy it is spring
• i wish my tumblr page was more personal (but here will have to do instead)

• crispy heaven
• i don't like many people i talk to and hang around with. i wish they didn't have my tumblr page because they all follow me on it so my words are usually censored a little. only here and my hard drive can hold secrets such as these
• various bits and bobs of writing i have done over time.
• nose. hi pinnochio.
• author and journalist
• strawberry and creamy ice cream
• tall boys, funny boys, nice boys, blue and green eyes, light hair, self-consciousness, mental disturbances (minor)
• i wish i were more naive
• tumblr, chocolate and crisps. overhaul and i need to lose weight.
• i don't want to be anyone but myself
• eastern europe or asia or even africa. anywhere which doesn't speak english and wh...

• i dislike people. i am a misanthropist. people make me scream and cry and i wish i were not a member of the human race
• i could never have a child. the thought of motherhood makes me physically ill and i also suffer from tokophobia
• i am writing this to spit in the eye of all my sorrows and the ghosts from my past, telling them this: fuck off and leave me alone
• the only way i learn is by making mistakes
• i wish i were not a night owl but i am. it is sometimes annoying but in other cases, it is convenient. it depends. why does everything have to operate during the day?
• often, i find myself wondering why the human race is so terrible and thinking about the bigger things in life, such as how i am nihilist and everything came about i...