'Fear Couldn't Place It's Hands On Us My Dear...'

Happy Holidays.

Can You Guess What Kind Of Thing Happened?

You Got It,

Miraculous.

1:34am, 14th December 2010.

I Was Distracted At Thanet Roundabout By A Shooting Star.

A Real One.

For 3 Minutes.

I'm Certain It Wasn't A Plane.

Promise.

Ever Have A Night Like That?

Where You Feel All Kinds Of Good?

And No One Can Take It Away?

Some Crappy Sleep Later...

Do You Ever Have One Of Those Days Where You Can't Even Face Yourself?

Every Glimpse I Caught Of Myself In The Mirrors Made Me Sick.

Thank Goodness For The 4 Hours In The Stockroom,

Because I Don't Think I Could Of Faked Another Smile To Another Customer.

'Put On A Brave Face'.

That's What You're Supposed To Do, Right?

It's Not As Easy As It Sounds You Know.

But This 'Grinds My Gears'.

Is It So Wrong To Want Someone.

To Want To Be Someones.

To Know Their Hopes.

To Know Their Fears.

To Help Them Out.

To Make Them Smile.

To Fix Them When Something Hurts.

To Know Their Heart.

And Right Now,

I Know I'm Pouring Mine Out.

But I'm Not So Sure On What Else I'm Supposed To Do.

How Can I Give Up Everything I Have,

To Get The Only Thing I Want?

Haha, Tough Times.

You Know That Tingly Feeling You Get,

When Your Nose Is So Cold You Have To Scrunch Your Face Up?

Yeah, I Hate That. xXx