YAY 4 Moi

it's all about me
it's time to care for me
think about me
plan for me
no-one else is going to do it
so i think i will
enough caring for others
I'm not broken
I'm just fixing the broken parts
it feels so good
i don't want to hide
i don't wanna runaway
i wanna be me for once
i want the old me back
the one i liked
the one i loved
you can all go get fucked
I'm the most important thing right now
get my life on track after being derailed for so long
a fresh start for me
no more that's the law
your number nine on the list of things to do
if you didn't hear the first time
IT'S ALL ABOUT ME

the end new begining

im over it
i can finally say it doesn't hurt
goodbye
have fun
see ya round
my heart is empty
now i can have another
I'm a new boy
one year and I'm normal again
i wasn't that bad really
i don't think I've been worse but i wasn't that bad
it's over
so long
farewell
you don't live here anymore
you are welcome to stay but you can't live here
I've made room for another
I've made space for them
you don't belong
this is it
it's over

You'll never guess who.

He he he. Don't forget you pashed a rooster.

This is rochelle

This is my new plant i love her so much. Can't have real kids so gotta have something to come home to.

Yay for kylie tickets

I have them and you can't have them.

The real me

Oh what fun. I just wish i had brought my nose cone. That would of been better.

Self portrat.

Me. Thought i better put one up of me.:-P

Street art

Just a little some thing i thought was nice.

He he he

Saw this in an op shop.

YAY for drinking

Manda you always make me a trashy whore. Loves it.

Scott's christmas present.

Thats right he is freakin awsome. Three worms in one bottle.

At Leeanne's

Drinking and playin poker with Leeanne, scott and jacinta. Oh what fun.

not long now

i have not written in a while
life is too wierd
just pretend that life is worth living
good bye my friend
i don't like where i am and i don't know were i'm going
i'm on the eage of a cliff but only wanking round.
i think i'm getting there

abuse...

go tell the world this.... your a stupid fucking uptight dick that needs to keep his opinions to himself... just because you think one way doesnt mean everyone else has to... my god your a fucking jerk that takes things way to seriously... see ya dont bother ever speaking to me again

Bus to wyong

Heading to sydney for a job interview.

i can't

i can't seem to write... it has been a while since i wrote and i can't seem to get anything out... i'm worried

it's just a feeling

A sinking feeling like before
But this is different
Headache but no pain
Heavy heart but no feeling
Feel like yelling but no voice
Eyes sore but not seeing
How deep does this hole go?
If I hit the bottom will it hurt?
Or am I too far gone to feel anything?

Stop trinkets it hurts

You’ve been out gallivanting again
Without me knowing
You have dirt on your feet
Blood in your hair
Your hands are clogged with skin and bone
Why do you cut me so deep?
I feel like hate me
But the playful smile tells me otherwise
Why do you cause me so much pain?
So much torment?
I don’t want to do this
But it has to be done
You must die and your remains destroyed
I know you are part of me
But you can’t keep doing this to me
Don’t cry it will only hurt a little

random stuff that needed to come out

I don’t know how much more I can take of this. It is doing my head in. When do you call it a day and throw in the towel. It is all getting bigger and more confusing. My brain is not coping with the backlog of questions left unanswered. How do you do this? How do normal people like me do this without going insane? I suppose many people have done this before and many will go through it again but I want some insight just to get thought this bit. No one has advice that helps and they keep on asking me to give them advice. Who am I to give advice I can’t even look after myself? Why, oh why must it be this hard? Why won’t it just stop and give me a moment peace. I should do what P.B was going to do and just hide away under a rock. Somewhere nice and cool, hidden from the worlds anger and confusion. It would be very easy to drop off the radar. Turn my phone off, get a new e-mail, stop going on the net to find you and just go to work with no fun on the weekend. Maybe if I did these things you will just pop into my life and sweep me off my feet. But I think that is wishful thinking.

This is not the same as paper. I feel the same as before but with sore eyes. Its all short cut keys and stuff. not satisfied at all

Random thought

Love is unexplainable, fantastic and terrible
But worth it
I love love