We're falling faster than the stars....

I look in the mirror and I see a girl with streaky eyeliner, deep bags, bumpy skin and yellow teeth. The light hits her face and elongates her nose. The tears sparkle in her eyes like morning dew. The stale taste in her mouth of salt and the lump in her throat. She swallows, but it's still there. The lump. It sticks like glue. Then there's that feeling. Of anxiety, when you realize you've said too much and the person under the stairs has definitely heard something and might possibly tell. The night sky reminds me of the dark endlessness. How it all keeps going, a bottomless glass. No matter how bad you think things are, they'll still happen. No matter how much you punish someone, they'll still do it. And when you feel the shadow of a knife behind you, no matter how much you do to prevent the social catastrophe that's about to happen, it'll still plunge stiffly into your skin. Grey into ivory, crimson running cold. People are deaf to my reasons and arguments. Opinions are only true to the beholder. The cold linen is sliding on my back. Does any of this even matter anymore?



Everyone's all loved up; Tom and Laura got together, Fiona was already with Adam, Efa found herself this gorgeous lass, of course I can't mention a few other people but I don't need to. Point is I'm most likely to be one of the only single people on Christmas. I'll huddle up and watch Love Actually alone, on repeat, and cry. Especially when Snape cheats on his wife. That lovely wife who only ever tries to help. Cry cry. I feel horrible and nauseated. Stupid acne tablets practically make me puke. They've got this weird aftertaste of the sticky part of duck tape and brussel sprouts. Two things I hate with a flaming passion. Although, I don't usually eat duck tape. Unless I am ripping it with my teeth etc. It's like when people say that cheese tastes like ass, although they probably have never leaned over a person and bit a chunk out of their posterior. Went YC. It pretty much sucked. Picked up cousin from airport before that. She is gorgeous and I lurv her because she is awesome. She talks kind of like Stacey on X Factor but in a better way because she is totes best cousin ever. *dork face*.



Town tomorrow with cuz and sis. Will probably trawl the vintage shops like.. Kate Moss or Sienna Miller and be all like *swish flick*. Not a clue what to wear. Possibly ripped jeans, black wedge boots, t-shirt and black coat. Might not bother showering tomorrow. Will probs just straighten hair and fluff it up. Am all excited. Because I can go Starbucks, like I did in the airport. Caramel Hot Chocolate with Whipped Cream is total winter warmer imho, so go and invest, meladeez. Ehm ehm, I have nothing to talk about really. Life is in monotone, monocolour. I need my Prince/ss Charming to come and save me and turn my life technicolour like Oz. 'There's no place like home, there's no place like home'. I want to keep my ruby slippered un-clicked and I shall never utter those words. My wings are clipped, but I wish they werent.

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