its strange. life is strange sometimes. we seem to be the only 2 people using this thing. and strangely enough i am content with that. its nice because it is for me. i dont write so people can read it and then get all weirded out because they don't really know what is going on in my head. i don't even know what is going on in my head. i know that i miss him too much i have no more tears.
i know that i am bitter towards to my good friend who is dating his brother because she is "hogging" the communication waves i have with them (you see, the brothers think its a good idea to share a cell phone... i think i need to get him his own phone).
im so selfish i want him here. and im too selfish to let go and follow him. WHAT AM I SCARED OF ? I met a girl. Her name is Kelly Lucas. She calls me chick. And she is my life saver. She is also Australian, and says "fish and chips" like she only just arrived in New Zealand. I say chips like i forget how to talk. I met a guy called DJ. He is strangely attractive in a way that only someone would call him "Mr Hair" ... and without seeing his hair im a little hesitant. He is only in town for one night. I said hello and gave him a pink keyring because it was the hot thing to do. And i wont see him when he checks out to be able to check out his hair. The human body is disgusting. Quite interesting at times, but overall it is disgusting. I wouldnt like to be living inside a body thats for sure.
Eu sinto infeliz porque voce esta nao aqui. Eu quero voce sempre.
I want to know you. Better than i know myself. I want to feel you. I pray for rain. To wash who I am. I hate that song so much i want to sing it to keep you close to me. | 
