i dont particularly like big festivals.
or public holidays.
or weekends.
or anything that grants the masses a day off or bum around.

i dont particularly like big fluffy soft toys.
the ones meant to make you feel warm and fuzzy.
the kind teenage girls flaunt on vallie's day.
the kind people hug to sleep.
the kind like sheepy.

i dont particularly like long bus rides.
the jerky neverending ones.
that make you feel woozy and annoy you because of the repeated tvmobile ads.
with all the dim lights.

i dont particularly like taking cabs from the east to the west.
for one, they are so ex they burn a hole in my pocket.
the jams, even more annoying.

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part of me feels like its time to go back to perth.
the other part is so used to being home.
not having to do laundry, being able to wake up at any time, and having people around who care.

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i dont like this.
its getting from bad to worse.

thanks for all the lovely friends who've stood by me, at the most absurd of times, for believing, for encouraging and holding my hand.
i dont appreciate you who always claim to care, but never actually being there; and when everything dies down you stick your head back in my business and ask what went wrong.
seriously, save yourself the trouble of pretending to care because if you did you wouldnt show up this late. save us both the trouble of trying to grow a friendship we both know isnt all that true.

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i know what i want.
i want to specialise.

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i'm getting up and moving on.
i'm going to be the bestfriend you ever had,
thats it.



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thank you to all my loves,
i love you all too.
WIFEY I MISS YOU.
i've got so much to tell you, so so so so much.


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its so stifling i find it hard to breathe.



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its just the way you operate, isnt it.
you and your new life.
will you ever realise.
open as long as knocked.

goodbye.

♥ fancy pink
in vintage.