im like the mona lisa when im intoxicated. No-one understands me but you all think im marvelous.
i havent slept yet
and this essay has nearly been the death of me but as im lurking through old readers to find journal articles, in my media cultures reader, on one of the pages he has written ‘you are the smartest girl i know, and intelligence is attractive - you are attractive’ and then on the next page ‘except when you eat’
hahahahahahaha oh man, this is too cute and he knows me to the point where he wrote it in the week towards the end of the reader where by then i had stopped pondering the meanings of the media culture in australia
I’m sending this to the 2012 Olympics
excellent
You beautiful, wonderful human being.
YES
This is a big fat WIN
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it just hit me. life fucking sucks. this time next week ill have no one, i havent even reached 21 yet. and all i ever wanted was to get to that moment in my life.
perfect lives are a load of wank. this wasnt how it was supposed to happen, never in a million years would i wish this upon someone. the worst thing is she is doing it again, the only problem is he wont be there to save me this time.
when the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world. these next few months wont be pretty and there is now a more than likely chance i will never return.
i really dont want to do this essay, i couldnt give two fucks about the increase of the tabloidisation of news and current affairs let alone whether i should lament it
mother fucker this subject is such a wank.
i think the rare moments we have had together are always strange and created like we are in our own little world. i dont know how to describe my feelings for you, they are so detached and unrealistic - half the time its overwhelming.
i guess its only, what, another year and a bit until i see you again. thank you for being the most attractive unreliable person ever.
