I became a literary goddess the other day my sweet editor. You’ll be performing the ceremony to dictate me being a prodigy among fantasy writers. Speaking of which; I’ll be making this novel o’ mine a little sexy too so be prepared to bleed from the nose like a Japanese boy who sees a pair of tits for the first time.
I’d never felt such a horrific chill spread through my body.
The moon hung in the sky curved to perfection among the dithering lights of the stars, not a cloud dimming its brilliance. Street lights flickered on and off, almost as if the unholy temperatures were playing with the wiring. Silence surrounded me, something that was more of a comfort than I ever would have let on a few months ago. To think that I used to be so full of life, so ready to face anything, so feisty and unforgiving of the weak - If only they could see me now.
They were the people who used to look up to me; reguard me with adoration and inspirational glances whenever I entered a room. My peers, my superiors, my friends. They were my world. A world I thought I would always protect until the day I died, but no - Not me. Not the person who runs away with her tail between her legs. At least thats how I saw it. The disgust kept me awake at night, not that someone of my type slept anyway, but that was beside the point.
Running was all I could do now; run until the ends of the earth, where eventually they would catch me and that’d be it, game over. There are no reset buttons on life, I had one shot and I knew eventually I was going to fuck it up further.
The bounty on my head was huge, and of course it would be, since it was being funded by the Queen herself. The crime which “I” had committed was one that would go down in the history books, as pretty much every mass murder did, not only in the human society but in ours too.
A once great warrior was now on her knees in a dark, dingey apartment, somewhere west of Putney. My dreams, fading into the background, as the nights came and went in the blink of an eye. Alert to any sound, forever on edge - Thats how I saw myself living out the rest of my days, and for God’s sake I’m only twenty-two.
So hi.
I’ve been persuaded to use this blog to well, store bits and pieces of literature that I will eventually compile into a book. And you bitches get to read it first, woot.
My editor shall be overjoyed at this news, haha.
Well, enjoy mo’fuckas.
Stupid cough still won’t leave me alone.
Aside from that, i should really attempt one of those “thoughts” i was meant to have every day.
Hmmm…
Politics is the downfall of mankind, waiting to happen.
The government is an ancient failing system that needs the boot. A new version should be put forward with a team of people who may actually be trustworthy.
National honesty would be a wonderful thing too, but when we can’t even get it in our own homes, what chance has an entire nation got?
3am, been sick for like a fortnight now, just feeling meh.
not gonna stress over things anymore. wasted effort on people that just don’t give a fuck about how i feel, much like my followers.
So, here’s a big “fuck you” to each and every one of you.
Peace.
Not been this happy in a long time, but I’m also incredibly tired.
College really takes it outta me. Bah.
On a happy note, I have a new cardi to snuggle up in, so I’m a happy little bunny atm.
(Y)
This guy… I used to dream about the evil sexy bastard when I was younger.
Ah, memories.
The Corrs - Runaway
This song makes me hurt right now, lol. Not in a good way.
A. Why my last relationship ended.
B. Favourite band.
C. Who I like and why I like them.
D. Hardest thing I’ve ever been through.
E. My best friend.
F. My favourite movie.
G. Sexual orientation.
H. Do I smoke/drink?
I. Have any tattoos or piercings?
J. What I want to be when I get older.
K. Relationship with my parents.
L. One of my insecurities.
M. Virgin or not?
N. Favourite place to shop at?
O. My eye colour.
P. Why I hate school.
Q. Relationship status as of right now.
R. Favourite song at the moment.
S. A random fact about myself.
T. Age I get mistaken for.
U. Where I want to be right now.
V. Last time I cried.
W. Concerts I’ve been to.
X. What would you do if (…)?
Y. Do you want to go to college.
Z. How are you?
