'I am empty, seedy, immoral, disrespectful, heartbroken, i am the product of miscommunication. i am flawed, obtrusive, unstructured, jealous, vindictive, i am the salvation of selfishness. i am somewhat bipolar, i cuddle with heart, i am the reason you left from the start. i am unreligious, i drink, i smoke substance and substances. I ride trains just to watch others, and feel somewhat normal. I am two shadows. I am every spelling and punctuation mistake here. i see a thousand lies and truths every time i blink and open my eyes. i am warm. i turn heads and twist minds, i'll make you love me. I'll steal you roses. i get attached, i cant look away without wanting to hold you. i am a waste of paint, i am knowing, and unknown, i am how you see me, how you feel me, how you forget me. i am the colour of your eyes, the reason you cried, the reason your filled with despise. i am the freedom you crave, the love letter you gave, your tears when i went away. I'm a picture in painting, The static in silence, the truth in your lies, the heartbeat of your broken heart and the lack of trust in your judgement. you wont ever find anyone else like me, i am your one dying wish. i make mistakes, and suffer for them. i am the future, the past and everything in between. i am a perfect mess. i am the reason you didnt stay and the reason you didnt kiss me goodbye'

sorry, but i dont think you noticed my fingers crossed as we pinky promised...

forever

Yesterday brought the beginning, tomorrow brings the end, and somewhere in the middle we became the best of friends.

flyin' funz

the feeling was unexplainable. this had to be the happiest ive ever been, ever. nothing could make me more happy. sitting on the veranda and every breath in i took of the happiness made me love life ten times more.
spidey man was a disappointment. he was pretty and looked fancy but he didn't fulfill our high expectations. think we"ll stick to the home made job.
after being on the veranda, we ventured into the lounge room, nothing could stop us now. the flash went off a thousand times and what we got was nothing more then a few trashy looks. the bright yellow light fifty meters up the road was calling. we strolled out the front and up the road, the gate was open! twenty less steps we had to take, we were ecstatic! this made our night so much better. into the servo we went, it was like we were on a scavenger hunt ramaging through the iles picking up anything we wanted, which ended up being every second thing on the shelf. with less money on our pockets and a bag full of food in our hands, we trotted off home carrying huge smiles across our faces. as we sit on the bed like sloths, we play our special music that is wonders to our ears. drum beats seemed amazing. we chowed down all the food we bought and danced to the music. we dont care what you think of us.

"OI ANGUS MATE, HERES SOME PERSONALITY FOR YA"

uncontrollable laughter filled the room for hours, this was nothing more then a normal night for tripod.