Saturday, 19 June 2010

Happy birthday Prince. Ha.

"Happy". That word seems to be the biggest load of shit if I ever heard it. It doesn't work like that, see. People can't be happy if they're dead. Everyone's moving on and happy and I hate it. He was our friend. He died. Stop acting as if you've fucking forgotten.

I'm going to change. As of now I'm taking responsibility for all shit I've ever caused - later today, at Prince's memorial bbq, I'm going to apologise to Lorenzo. Cause it was all my fault. I'm going to apologise to T aswell, for leading him on. Even if it was all those months ago - wounds need to be healed. Or at least be given the chance to be.

I don't like the person I am, or the person I've become. I hate myself actually, I hate all of it. If I had the oppurtunity to erase anything from my life, I'd get rid of it all. Make it so I'd never been born. At least then I couldn't hurt everyone like I do now.

You should all throw caution to the wind. If you want to eat a fucking doughnut, eat it, while you still have control over what you put in your mouth. Don't give control to the voice, to the disorder - because in restricting that's exactly what you're doing. We're all going to die otherwise.

Ha. Death. Fucking bring it.


  1. Hey, you're not a bad person.
    You should be proud of yourself.
    You're trying to change for the better.
    You're apologizing to people you've hurt.
    You're trying to fix things.
    People make mistakes, that's why we're human.
    It's admirable, to want to change for the better.

  2. yo, you.
    you are not a bad person. at all.
    i think that you are positively lovely.
    and you are doing good apologising, you are brave.
    and wonderful.
    and i mean this.

  3. dont forget prince the thing worse than his death is forgettin he ever existed no matter how much it hurts

    thanks so much for last night saved me a bunch and your right eat what you want whilst you still can the corn pie was awesome but cake i couldnt handle so thanks a hell of a alot :) xx


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