i was messing around the net and i saw a group on facebook in remembrance of my lit teacher in JC.
something struck me hard and i couldn’t help but shed a tear.
gone so young, miss G. i’ll always remember you, coming to school with your walking stick and you coming to class to teach us, rain or shine, cancer or not. you made class lively with all the poems and your wise words. i’ll always remember you accepted homework that was due two months ago and i remember your kind words about the poem i wrote on the back of my (failed)exam paper.
God bless you, miss G. we’ll miss you. you were the bravest, strongest fighter there ever was.
beating lights beating my eyes my skin my body pumping loud music into every pore pumping my blood pumping me into oblivion i’m in a box i can’t get out i want to be miss sunshine i want to screech in joy i want wear yellow and orange and dance but this is winter and every dark inside of every bloody person surfaces.
wait.
stop.
listen.
can you hear me. you read this bloody entry on your computer screen from miles away can you feel my eyes droning into this text you’re reading right now. can you feel the trance beating through my fingers as i type to the rhythm of the beat.
no, you bastards. can you smell the smoke in my mouth. can you smell my peach body butter. can you can you can you. bitch.
ok. time out from my psycho-moment.
have a good day, fuckshit!
sometimes i don’t know why certain people exist. as housemates, we’re all here to cut costs and not “eat” as much as we can from each other.
i’m so tired of house politics and this money bullshit. sheesh. roll eyes.
Filed under: muse
i can’t decide which skincare line to switch to…
L’Occitane or Muji??
after spending tonnes of money on expensive brands, i have decided to give up and i have narrowed down these two brands.
hmmm…..
Filed under: confessions
you make me hate this town. this hot humid town filled with fuckers like yourself, i want to run away and take photos the whole day and go dancing in a club unseen unknown where i don’t think of you where i don’t worry about you where your face doesn’t pop into my mind’s eye you son of a bitch. i don’t want to come back to this scary town where the weather makes my skin bleed water and i don’t want to come home anymore because i don’t know what is home anymore. take me back to sleepy perth. sleepy boring perth.
shoot up all the drugs into your arm. into those arms i used to love. because they’re useless if they’re not around me.
and cut out your organs. they’re useless if they’re not in me.
your heart is useless if it doesn’t beat for me.
.useless.piece.of.shit.
.piece.of.shit.
.of.shit.
.shit.
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