fucken fuck.

worst mood.
ex boyfriend.
cubase is fucked.
got too much homework.
back hurts.
hallway room. always getting the worst.
fucking tired.
not allowed to do this gig.
not allowed to go to MSO.
fuck.

You say you lost your lover.

And that you miss your best friend.

"It's a basic truth of the human condition that everybody lies, the only variable is about what" - Dr House.

What's better, 8 or 32?

Well that all depends on what it's 8 or 32 of really.
I mean, if it's 8 robbers versus 32 robbers, you'd be all for the 8 robbers, right? But if it was 8 cupcakes versus 32 cupcakes, you'd go for the 32 cupcakes, obviously.
You always want less of the bad and more of the good. You selfish bastard :|

I need you to be happy.

The Hunter.

You can try to defile the past, the body can replenish all its cells every seven odd years, but somehow memory survives, persists.

Exams

can fuck off  :/

what the fuck

happened?!

We were.

Slow dancing in a burning room.

I remember all the feelings

and the day they stopped.
Not.

This'll be the first time in a weeks,

that I'll talk to you and I can't speak, it's been 3 whole days since I've had sleep, cause I dream of her lips on your cheek, and I get the point that I should leave you alone but we both know that I'm not that strong and, I miss the lips that made me fly.

what's the point,

of holding on to something that never gets used?

I'm sleeping.

While you're living. I'll wait, until the stars give in.

These days I can't wait to sleep.

For the fact that there's a chance that you and I might meet during my dreams. I wish I could hold you close, sing "Hallelujah" as the wind blows through your hair as I repeat. "Even if you don't love me in a year, even if we're different in a year. I'll still dream about you in a year."

you know what.

you suck. Why did you even let that happen.

I love you so much.

Can not get over how much I miss you.

wtf blogger, stop being a dick.

PE camp.

was awesome! So tiring, but so, so good!

Kayaking, bike riding, 6:30 wake ups for a run and swim, triathlon of 400m swim, 18km bike ride and 4km run. Beach activities, shit shock, tribes, surfing... woooo :)

Confest.

Mud, dust, tents, hippies, drugs, snoozing, chai, beer, relaxing, "where're the metcards at?!", fire, mi goreng, bacon, animal court, Mr. Badger and Mr Squirrel, (ridiculous) discussions, "Ola!", photos, body painting, not showering, being dirty, swimming in the river, dancing, drums, guitar, singing, rapping, "so was that a fart or...?", naked people, "ohhhhhyeah!", Gypsy Kitchen, that fuckin' fork, ANGUS IS SO CUTE!, Angus is a barn dweller, cushions, laughing, samosas, bucklava, spontaneous choir, silent disco, lack of voice, steam tent, throat singing, ending up with dread locks, and some god damn amazing friends to share it with.

Brilliant.

The hardest part..

is letting go.