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