So Apparently It's 2012.
I Feel Like I've Lost A Year.
And I Haven't Bloody Learnt Anything Have I?
Waste Of Sodding Time.
But Yet Again,
It's My Own God Damn Fault.
I Defend People Until The End,
When I Realise They Weren't Worth It & I Wasted My Time.
Wore My Silly Ticker On My Sleeve,
Then Gave It To The Wrong Bastard.
Went All Out On Those,
Then Remembered They Weren't Worth The Money.
Again.
Held Back And Kept My Mouth Shut,
Because I Thought I Was Right Too.
Brilliant.
I Can't Keep Doing It.
Literally My Body Can't Do It.
The Aches, The Pains, The Tears.
Stuff YOU Won't Know Because You Never Take The Fucking Time To Care.
Just Shrug Me Off Or Ignore Me.
Probably Easier, Right?
Fair Play.
But Nah You're Alright,
I'll Keep Pretending It's Fine.
Fuck It, I Haven't Got The Time.
It Shatters Me To Be Around People That Care.
Because It Brings Back That Shy, Awkward, Cautious Girl.
That Doesn't Know Any Better.
But Knows You Don't Care As Much As Acquainted Strangers.
Gloom And Doom Aside.
I'm Bloody Lucky.
I Have People Who Love Me And Take Care Of Me.
Bring Out That Confident, Happy, Smiley Girl.
But I'll Always Get That Twang.
Like Being Stabbed By A Icicle.
Not That I Know What That's Like, But Yeah.
So I Have One Hell Of A Week Coming Up.
Starting With A Mega Sleepover With 2 Lesbinim Builders,
Cake & MEGA PASS THE PARCEL!
Then Countdown To Nantwich.
Where I Get To Introduce My Johns To A New World.
So Fucking Excited.
Don't You Dare Ruin Any Of It. xXx
