Falling....and other random ramblings.

Each point here could have been dissected enough to have its own post. However I feel like my mind is a wastepaper bin....full of ideas and rubbish. I can stick my hand in and pull something out - but it wont necessarily be entertaining or even correct. What it will be though, is from my head, and you can't argue that it will be coherent or boring.

Enjoy my madness.

Ive fallen out out taxis
Ive fallen out of windows too
But the hardest Ive ever fallen
Is when i fell in love with you

You make my heart heavy and sink
The way a ship in a storm rolls
I drag my teeth across your wrist
So I can taste your pulse


Is this not the age of renewed schizophrenia? Where we bite the hand that feeds us, and then sues it for emotional stress? Where we venture out to the very tip of the branch, only to pull out a saw and cut it away.

If I were to sum up how I felt about you now, all I need to say is I love you more than being seventeen.

The other day someone accused me of being boy crazy. I didnt tell them about this blog.

I wonder if anyone has noticed my conscientious effort to avoid using exclamation marks. I find them slightly vulgar and unnecessary. If you have the right words, you can impart any sort of emotion without having to resort to such punctuational sluttiness.

I wish I knew what people thought as soon as they saw me. I wish I could be in their minds and immediately know whether they thought I was ugly or pretty. Whether they liked my outfit or immediately wanted to set fire to their eyeballs for even looking at it. Whether they hated my hair, eyes, smile...Its not fair to have such a power though. Everyone should have that slight moment of worry when meeting someone new. It keeps the world fair. Its natural selection, in a way. It picks out those who are going to die old, fat and lonely. Im sure thats what Darwin meant anyway.

Good luck in life and love

Honey xxx