Dance me, to the end of love.

So..
I'm in a good mood. If I go to bed right after this I should get 8 hours sleep and I'm listening to Leonard Cohen. Something must be wrong -.-.

Anyway, I think dancing is awesome. Watched Atonement tonight. Didn't think it was that great but whatever. My shoulder is doing weird stuff. Hypermobility for the win.

I don't hate women - they just sometimes make me mad.
-Eminem.


Hehe. I feel bad now. :D

Is the common male reaction to despair rage? What an interesting world that must make.

I forget why I'm posting this.

Pictures!

I'm a bad person. But sometimes its fun.

Then again, sometimes it sucks.

Sorry.

She's got the eyes of a panther.

So..
I just spent the last half an hour thinking about the super deep and soulful post I was going to write, but now I'm here I realise that its pointless. Why bother writing about "her" and "him" and memories of places if I can't use names? And I think if I used names I'd be forced to realise how pathetic and weak I sound. Maybe soon it'll get better, or maybe I'll spend another 17 years alone. That doesn't sound so bad right?

So what to say? My hair is firmly into "long hair" territory, which is fun. I have it in a ponytail most of the time, otherwise I can't see :D.

I listened to Slipknot today, in preparation for Soundwave in less than two weeks. Should be good.

Whatever.

I bet a hundred bucks I don't even cross your mind.

I wish I cared

So..
Oh. And its Valentines Day tomorrow. I don't hate Valentine's day, it just has no relation to my life, like its Christmas and I'm Muslim

If you write something in a poem, does it make it okay?

So..

These dark nights
Bring dark dreams
Dark thoughts
Dark silences
Dark desires
Dark wants
Dark feelings
Dark sounds
Dark words
Dark memories
Of dark places.

I couldn't sleep properly last night, but that's not very interesting is it? School's back and I want to die again. Life goes on. Stuff. I hate my hypocrisy and greed.

I'd like to think I was reliable, trustworthy, a secretkeeper and confidante. a friend. Someone worth admiring, worth loving. But I think maybe I'm not any of these things.