sometimes I wish I didn’t come to Melbourne. it has caused so much drama with everyone and everything. that going home is a break.. I don’t even feel like I belong in my home town.. I go home to see that my old friend don’t even remember me .. alone .. its a fresh start .. a real fresh start ..
i’m sick of hiding the fact that I don’t care .. but when it comes down to it i’m over being alone. people get a opinion of me and sticks with them.. I want a girl who I can treat like a princess.. take to dinners movies out to cocktail bars and everything .. but as long as i’m still in Melbourne i’m still chasing ghosts cause no one wants to listen to be or be apart of my life.
Who would of thought id be sitting here writing this. I’m that cheerful person that doesn’t give a fuck but yet on the inside everything’s dead. Staring at a roof till like comes into the crack between my curtains and its time to get up and out on a fake smile and fake attitude that is expected of me.
she didn't want to eat dinner because she doesn't like chicken noodle soup
even though it doesn't say it, we can infer that 17 years ago she encountered an attack from chickens while on a trip to africa visiting her great aunt who was dying from pneumonia which she got from chickens that were being harvested for the great feast
I wish I had the creativity of some people. They succeed with ease but I’m trying the hardest I can to make ends meet. I just want one chance to do something that I enjoy. Or have people give me the time of day. I keep quiet for days on end without mumbling a word to anyone but when I text I’m so much more expressive