Journal

the greasebomb effect

you like to like them when I do but never ever break the rules. you're not like that, remember. I do remember how you made him look at you the way you did the other time too and sit close ME I'm not polite and interested

As Worlds Collide

As Worlds Collide We lay side by side in our giant bed together. I can see you next to me but it feels like you're miles away, trapped in a world of lions and tigers. I lay here in silence every night, eager for you to notice me. Eager for you to open your eyes and find me. Intently you focus your strength, intently you ride yourself away from me. Every night for hours at a time, you lose yourself in a strange world. Every night it seems like I am crawling further and further from you. I roll myself into a tight ball, hoping you will slam the door on your world shut. Hoping you will cuddle up against me. Anxious for you to explore my world.
Cherry

Skwot

So we're having a joint but there's so much dust in my lungs that it's feeling real tickly on my bronchi, and he's asking me my fucking name every time I begin a bit of speech.

Journal 12th Oct

I have an urge to stop journaling. As a discipline. Get back to real writing

Journal 11th Oct

I noticed that my hands were shaking this evening. Three cups of coffee in one afternoon. I think that's all it was.

Journal 8th and 9th October

Step by step. Every dance. Is step by step.

Journal 7th October

He did look unbelievably sexy leaning against that mantelpiece though. Woof.
Cherry

Journal 6th October

Have them, have them all. Coz I don't need this shit.

Journal 3rd October

I do like to think he ran a wee bit faster, knowing he is loved though. From afar.

Journal 1st-2nd October

From chaos comes intention.