yeah, well maybe i like not being around anymore...
"just a small-town girl, living in a lonely world..
she took the midnight train going anywhere.."
 
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"my heart wants to go one way; my mind don't agree
cause they, they have fallen out recently.."
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"his eyes are like billions of new universes, all exploding into existence giving life to the empty vasteness of space.
his hair cascades like water from a bridge; falling effortlessly over his adonis-worthy face.
his smile exudes sheer joy and his laugh is the most heartfelt imaginable.
his shape is that of sad melodies, spinning a web of sincerity and romance everywhere he graces.
he's grace personified and everything anyone could want to be.
his name? how the fuck would I know his name?"
the name my parents decided to call me when i entered the world was, in fact, honey. needless to say i despise my name. and all those who spill shitty chat-up lines using it. in a sad attempt that i will fall heels over head in love with them - its pretty much not going to happen. i live in glasgow; scotland. yes. scotland. where. fyi. people do not run around in kilts chasing haggis. we are not a nation of caveman esque inferior life-forms who live in houses made of straw and mud. with nowt but a cow for company.. (end of rant) my philosophy is that: it's never about routine, and it's taking it how it comes; let go, live and learn. pop on the hightops, and ooze out the cool and just live a little. never alone with team panache by my side. i'm living the way i like it and knowing where everything is. spending ridiculous amounts of time and money in starbucks. i like how things don't change too much. ...so, close your eyes and sing to the music - just ignore the bagpipes. i'm a complex sorta fella. my gene-pool is a right dolly mixture; my mum was scottish, dad italian, got some irish, french and american somewhere in there too. i'm an ordinary girl who likes red wine and two sugars in my cups of tea. i dont love myself. i dont find myself particularly attractive. i dont think im better than anyone else. because the fact is, i know i'm not. i have my opinions. you can either agree with them or disagree; i won't change them for you. if you dont like me. fair enough. thats your decision and i respect that. don't try tell me i'm a bad person for my choices. because if you felt how i feel. you'd do the same. im not going to bend over backwards just to impress you. i dont believe in religion. however. this does not mean that i dont respect others who do. i've had to grow up pretty fast. my family is probably one of the most disfunctional i know. the family i do have left i love and wont be losing. (unless they get lost. in that case, i don't have much choice.. well they would have a mobile probably.. they could phone for help..? or.. a taxi..? maybe just shout really loud..? i don't know.. chap a near-by door..? lick their finger and put in the air..? i don't know what that would do.. but.. the point is, unless for some obscure reason they get lost, i'm not going to deliberately lose them.) i'm happy ninety-nine point nine percent of the time. i over analyse everything. i always think the worst in situations. i don't believe that people should be labeled by what kind of music they listen to or what clothes they wear - the whole concept of that seems absurd to me. i don't believe there are such things as destinies. or that there is a masterplan. but i am a huge believer of karma. i'm either really mature or like a child dizzy on lemonade. there is no inbetween. i'm probably nothing like you would've thought i was. i like to surprise people. aside from an unrelenting and arguably over-zealous employment of the semi-colon, i have a fairly sound grasp of the english language and grammar. therefore. do not insult my intelligence by speaking to me in an idiotic manner - and don't even bother trying to talk to me if you dont know the difference between: they're, there, and their - thanks. you know at the end of big brother. and other mind numbing. spirit crushing. tv shows like it. when they go "if you had to do it again, what would you do differently?" and they always say "i wouldn't change anything" i'd like to go against this, almost, rule. if i had my life to live over. i'd dare to make more mistakes. i'd relax. i would be sillier than I have been this trip. i would take more chances. what i've learnt on several occasions in my life, is that people will put up with all manner of bad behaviour so long as you're giving them what they want. they'll laugh and get into it and enjoy the anecdotes and the craziness and the mayhem as long as you're doing you're job well. but the minute you're not. you're fucked. they'll wipe their hands of you without a second glance.
"you read me like a book, even if i'm not open.
you make me laugh, even when my heart's broken.
looking back, i knew it was ending; when we buy balloons, we let them go..."
yes, i am now single (oh, lucky me) but it's not as fun as everyone makes it out to be.
try and make me fall heels over head; i dare you!
according to christopher reeve, a hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.
if this is true. ryan leon will have to be my hero. over and over again. he has been through more shit than anyone should endure in their lifetime. and hes only soon to be twenty. he is the one person in this world that i can totally rely on and know that he wont give up on me. dont you dare let me hear anyone labeling him anything short of amazing. he has basically brought me up. i guess he's my father figure. my hero. my friend. my brother. and i love him. he would do anything for me, litterally anything. fair enough, he is far too overprotective of me, but it just shows that he cares. he has done so much for me, my brothers and sister; i will never be able to repay or thank him sufficiently. he is my rock. my nana is my hero. she has given up everything for me, and more, too many times. she has lived a full and hard life but she never feels sorry for herself, not once. the strains of what she has dealt with would be unbearable to any other mere mortal, but not big june. she is more than my hero. even a terminal illness won't put her down. she's hard as nails and the kindest person i know. oh. and by the way. her cooking is the best in the land. she will bend over backwards to help anyone out, and never asks for anything. she is a god; a national treasure. i can always rely on her, whatever the problem, whatever the time. i'm proud to call her my nana, my friend. other hero's of mine that you might actually know: george carlin, tom waits, johnny cash, elvis presley, lily allen, laura marling
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