I would throw myself off this bridge right now, if I believed in taking the easy way out.

She wants to choke on her life again,
Breathing it in like a deadly poison.
She cries, cause she's lost.
She doesn't even know what she wants.
Her eyes grow cold, she begs the world to just let her go.

But I won't let her go.

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.

Deleted.

I will make it in the end.

Sunset over sunrise,
Pray for a bright new tomorrow.
With each passing days, of passing ships,
Beauty in the eye of the beholder.

But I would never pray for such times that near,
Where smiles that cease are replaced by fear.
Of unknown, change, most unwelcome in my book.
Aptly titled, a fresh start;
Yet something so fresh is the result,
Of shattered farewells, much to the reluctance of some.

Faded, jaded, romance; burns, sparks, fizzles out.
I long for this moment to last an eternity,
Although it seldom does - it resurfaces again come sunrise.

Who said Girl Power died with the Spice Girls?

10.07.08

I met LynZ first thing in the morning, when we were both a bit bleary-eyed and sleep deprived. I literally stood there shaking for the entire five minutes that I was talking to her. Actually, I was impressed with myself for getting out words and making a proper conversation. I was amazed at how lucky I was to meet her by myself, because I know that I tend to fade into the background in a group.

I saw her again when I was with my friends, and I got a picture with her then. I look utterly disgusting in said photograph, but I don't really care. All I wanted was a physical memory, and I got it. I got two hugs too, just incase you wanted to know.

I met Kitty later on in the morning, she came off of the bus to speak to us. She'd been going in and out of the venue, and waving and smiling as she walked past, but never stopping. But later on she came out, and over to speak to us. When she got to me, I just said, 'I'm really glad I finally met you' and she gave me a hug and told me I was sweet. I got a picture and an autograph.

I saw Kitty again after the show, and I gave her the letter I'd written to her and LynZ during the day. I told her that they were both an inspiration to me, and that I was really happy to have met them today. She went 'aaw' and gave me another hug. She promised to pass it on to LynZ too, and thanked me for it. I was still getting over the fact that I'd met them both at this point.

They are both unfeasibly beautiful.
They are both inspirational.
They are two of the sweetest woman you could ever hope to meet.
I can't even begin to explain how much meeting them both means to me - just know that it means a hell of a lot.

Who am I? Who are you?

Sometimes, you have to step outside and take a breath. Sometimes, you have to step outside to realise who you are.

I detatch myself from that enviroment, it has nothing to do with me. I will have nothing to do with it, for I could think of nothing worse than being that sort of person.

The sort that lies, cheats, their way to affection. The kind whose idea of romance is a half-bottle and a backseat. The type that smile to your face, and then stab you in the back.

If it makes me hated in their world, so be it. Frankly, I couldn't care less. I might contradict myself at times, but I will never be such a blind hypocrite.

The funny thing is, they don't see what they're doing wrong. They don't see the damage they leave behind, because they walk on and expect others to clean up after them. Every single fucking time.

I will always be, who I want me to be. Not influenced by the others around me, but only myself. In the long term, I know that it's the right thing to do. I don't need to be accepted or openly embraced by the High School cliches. I have my friends, who mean more than anything to me.

I step outside, and there's my entire world. Soon I'll be able to shut the door, and put the keys through the letter box.

You.

Nicotine stained finger tips,
Trace rainbows in the sky,
Hold up this smile on my face,
Never let me fall.

Blood stained red lips,
Press their love on your cheek,
Sunset on this forgetable day,
Let tomorrow come.

Bright eyes flicker,
Emit tears that trickle down,
Relieve much intensity,
Those dark shadows come out.

Don't wanna grow up.

I go into my fourth year of high school in, oh, 30 minutes.
Timetable change, teachers swapped about, the usual.
My prelims are less than six months away, and my final exams are only a year.

Fuck, I remember when I was a first year.

I'm citing for a one-way ticket to Neverland, if anyone wants to come with.