My friend wrote this to me just then, she's a goddess

• There once was a boy called Matthew
• Who went out one day
• And never quite came back the same
• For on his journey
• He came across the oddest oddity
• There were circles of wild flowers, colour coded and perfectly round
• The loops went on for some time
• So he followed their trail
• He steppe delicately in the centres as not to disturb the posies
• It must have been thirteen minutes before he stepped into the final ring
• But when he placed his weight in the middle
• He fell straight through the ground
• He fell through the hole, surrounded by the brightest shades
• He fell right through red, yellow and orange, all the way to violet

  • ntil he Landed in a pool of water
  • However
  • It wasn't just water he came to realise
  • It felt like soft bubbles were tickling his skin and it was a colour that had never existed before!
  • He waded through the pool
  • Looking for a sign of where he was
  • But there was nobody to be seen, no longer could he see any of the sun's magnificent rays
  • All that lit the cove were the majestical colours, flickering as if alive
  • He swam in circles, looking for a way out

    • But still no way
    • He decided to dive under
    • Unsure of how deep the pool was, he drew an enormous breath, held his nose and immersed himself fully in the foamy-feeling liquid
    • Down down down he swam
    • His oxygen was being used up fast!
    • Instinctively, he opened his mouth, gasping for the sacred air he desperately needed

      • Of course, it was not air that filled his lungs, but the colourful liquid
      • He panicked!
      • However to his surprise, the liquid was not drowning him,
      • Instead, he felt faster, more agile
      • He could see clearly

        • And he couldn't feel the cold
        • There was a warm sensation building from within his chest
        • And within moments his skin transformed, becoming silky and reflecting the colours of the water with such gleam that the skin had in fact attributed an aurora effect
        • His ears became pointy (hehe) and he could hear all the echoes of the movements in the pool he ha once thought he was alone in
        • An enchanting song filled his ears, caressing his heart like no other girl ever had
        • He ha to follow the music
        • There was no conscious choice!
        • With his newfound strength the swim did not take long
        • And before him
        • Was the most beautiful young girl he had ever laid eyes on
        • He was entranced with her beauty and her voice

          • He swam right jn front of her, and saw into her golden eyes
          • She did not blink or shy away, she held his gaze and smiled
          • Matthew held out his hand to touch hers
          • "I must know your name" he said, still not losing her gaze
          • She opened her mouth, but what sounds left her lips were not of a language he understood
          • Somehow, without speaking her language, he could comprehend
          • It was as if fate had installed an internal translator
          • And the product was not words, not pictures
          • But a feeling
          • It told him, "What is more important than my name is my song. You will know my name when you know the last note"
          • And before he could say any more, her hand began to fade away beneath his
          • Her whole body was fading and being swallowed up by a brilliant light
          • It was as if she had never been there at all
          • The only remnant was the feeling he had
          • He thought about what she had told him
          • How could he know the last note?
          • It was an impossible riddle
          • But his heart told him he had to solve it
          • Matthew, so lost in love, had neglected to realise that the pool was draining

            • The liquid had already sunk so low that his head was in the air
            • He had swum so deep! The water was rescinding at such an incredible rate, although there was no knowing how long he had been down there
            • There had been no ledge above him, no land to walk on. The only way out was through the water, and the liquid had to be leaking out of a hole somewhere!
            • He scanned the cove for the drain, to no avail
            • Just as he had begun to lose hope of ever finding his way out, a piercing whistle sounded
            • Immediately he was swarmed with thousands of little creatures darting for what he hoped was an escape
            • He raced after them as fast as he could, though they were much faster
            • Just in time to see the last few squeeze through a tiny tunnel, Matthew caught up
            • Tiny tunnel, dragonfly-sized escapees, human-sized Matthew. It didn't add up

              • Scouring the silvery walls for a secret door, the water was slipping away to a critically low level
              • And he didn't know if he would be able to survive on air anymore now that his body had changed
              • He thought about the adventure films he had seen, the books he had read and the dreams he had created but none helped
              • With the added confusion of the golden-eyed girl's riddle, he was having trouble thinking clearly anyway!

                • The girl! She had disappeared, but maybe she had known the water was draining. He wasn't much larger than her, maybe that was the key.
                • He had to call her back, but how can you call somebody without a name?
                • He needed to solve the riddle, and not just for his heart this time, but for his lungs
                • He closed his eyes and tried to channel his emotions. He had felt her words, perhaps he could feel her song too
                • The warming in his heart seemed to trickle through his veins, filling every part of his new, unfamiliar body
                • The sensation reached his toes and in that instant, he heard it
                • The melody was sublime, the harmony intrinsic. It was indescribable. It was her heart song. She had stolen his heart, and now, it had become his heart song too
                • Lleliady. (ley-lee-a-dee) that was her name. It wasn't English, nor Japanese or even an ancient tongue. It was the language of the faeries, of the tweens.
                • He opened his eyes and there she was, her hair was like strands of glitter suspended in the water, but he had no time to bask in her beauty. Time was running thin
                • She took both his hands
                • Locking eyes, their bodies became freezing cold for a moment, then boiling hot the next.
                • The light came and then the darkness
                • He felt so light, so filled with nothingness that he felt completely full
                • When his senses returned, he saw her once more, felt her language.
                • "Matthew, you have shown your love, you have experienced our side. But you are not meant for my world. Not yet. Your life as a human is not complete, but your life with me, as someone between heaven and earth, your life in the tweenlands is to come. I will wait for you, but you cannot wait for me."
                  There was nothing he could say, not because he didn't have anything to say, but because he physically could not.
                  They walked together, hand-in-hand, back through the forest, past the flower circles, the gateway to the tweenlands. They walked in silence back to his home, but the magic between them was the greatest of all

You know what? There is alot of people who deserve to have every bone in their face broken. Fuck people who are condescending, fuck people that get tattoos on their face, fuck people who can't tell the different between 'your' and 'you're'. Fuck people who bring down other people for attention and praise from other fuckbags. Fuck people who don't reply to your texts. Fuck people who talk when no one's listening. Fuck people who don't listen. Fuck people who type in capitals on Facebook. Fuck people who don't smile. Fuck people who sarcastically smile. Fuck people who complain that their bank account balance is below $100 when I don't even have a bank account. Fuck people who listen to One Direction. Fuck people who read tabloids. Fuck housewives who have grey hair and die their hair blonde. Fuck guys who get fake tans. Fuck parents. Fuck little sisters. Fuck older brothers. Fuck people who complain about me not wearing shoes in public. Fuck people who buy a car worth $200 and spend $3000 on a sound system for it. Fuck people who buy their kids everything they ever wanted. Fuck people who watch Desperate Housewives. Fuck people who say 'boiz'. Fuck bogans. Fuck people who have rats tails that go past their shoulders. Fuck bitches. Fuck girls who wear too much make up. Fuck guys who wear any make up. Fuck Twihards. Fuck 13 year olds who say they're 90's kids. Fuck school principals. Fuck politicians. Fuck people who act drunk after one beer. Fuck people who throw up after one beer. Fuck people who tell other people to turn their music down. Fuck people who can't keep a secret. Fuck people who sleep with a blindfold on (I mean what the fuck?). But most of all, more than anything else, fuck the ultra fucking king of fuckheads; Amon from Legend of Korra, honestly someone needs to fucking murder that fuckwit.

Finally Over

I think it's done, I think I've finally let go, that is all

The things we used to do

We could spend hours sitting next to eachother not talking, but understanding everything, I'd have my hand around her, I'd tease her, she'd chuckle but she'd return the affection. Snuggling with me, or sitting opposite from eachother with our knees and legs interlocked talking, me tickling her legs. Her hair would always get in my face, and it always smelt perfect, her face, her pout, her smile, her reluctance to smile when I teased. Me playing with her tiny fingers, taking her ring on and off, and staring at her eyes, rarely looking back at me but when they did they locked for what seemed like an eternity. Her playful chuckle when she knew she'd taken the banter too far and might have offended me, and her apologies filled with things that make me smile and forget whatever it was she said. The way she playfully struggled in my arms for a few seconds then held onto me tighter than I was holding her. Her chin digging into my chest. He "hmph's" and "wah's", her distress when her hair straightener had broke and she was running late. She was and is perfection, and taught me what love is.

Please don't let it break, I gave my heart to you and
You don't know what's at stake, You were my only friend
My life was awful, all my thoughts were tragic
You were the only spark, you helped me find my magic


Please don't let me go, I'll wait until it's done
Please give it time to grow, just try to have some fun
You don't know what you've started, from here I won't forget it
If you come with me, I know you won't regret it


I'll give you space to think, but please don't run away
But if you wanted to, please let me have my say
Sometimes I wonder, at times when we were smiling
Did you love me, or were you just lying


You got caught up, in what your friends would do
Would they like it, or would they disapprove
We were happy, you should have let it slide
And most of them were, always on my side


Please don't let me go, I'll wait until it's done
Please give it time to grow, just try to have some fun
You don't know what you've started, from here I won't forget it
If you come with me, I know you won't regret it

It's still there

It's still there. Still on my mind. Still in my heart. Still affecting what I do. Still the first thing I think when I see it's 11:11. Still making my heart jump out of my chest when I hear her name. Still making me nervous when I'm out and I might run into her. Still making me think what if? I'm still in love. I'm still wishing and hoping that something might happen. Still wishing she'll talk to me. I haven't felt 100% in 5 months, there's been no magic in me for 5 months. Still making me smile when I see a picture of her. Still the reason I'm smiling at my computer screen as I type this. Still the reason for me randomly chuckling when I remember something she said, followed by me fishing my heart out of my stomach, where it managed to fall to. Still the source of all my sadness and tears. I need her.

Stuartholme

Stuartholme is a place where people's dreams go to die, and they don't even realise it. A variety of people might enter into that school, but only one type of person leaves it; a close minded bitch who's opinions are set in stone at the age of 17 and won't change for the rest of their lives unless something shocks them awake. Stuartholme girls are bred to get good marks, go to University, get a steady job and live out the remainder of their lives not questioning the world, merely contributing to society. A society which they have been taught will support them when really they are supporting themselves with no help from anyone. They are taught to be bitches, they are taught that the world is no longer magical, that all the questions that are worth knowing the answer to have already been answered. (and when i say taught, i don't mean by the teachers, but by the atmosphere of the place and the other students). They don't open their minds, they don't question things and they think they are always right (without even realising what they do is completely idiotic, and they don't realise that the world is a bigger place than they give it credit for) And I am scared of people from that place for that reason, and every person I meet from that school who is a bitch, I think what if they had gone to another school, would they have been a better person? I hate that place with a passion.

Hi all (no one)

I'm really bored and my exams are coming up for school, and they start on Thursday, I've done no study and I am in no mood to because it's ewwy that's all