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[27 Apr 2008|01:38pm]
Are you watching closely?
She's fading, fading, fading.

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The sharpened edge. [25 Mar 2008|08:34am]
I'm losing weight. I don't own scales but I can tell. I feel, light.
Breasts are notably smaller, stomach flat.
I don't know if this is such a good thing.
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Cupcakes and Discontentment [24 Mar 2008|06:07pm]
I've just read over this entire journal and noted it is strewn with angst and ill-content.
For your reading pleasure I have compiled a list of the things I love.

[In no particular order]
Still dark AM, pink sunsets and the way ducklings waddle.
Smiling at strangers and having them do the same.
Cardigans, glasses and boys that straighten their hair.
Dancing naked to The Cure in my lounge room.
Green apple mentos, curly wurlys and apple juice.
Messy hair, smeared mascara and chipped nail polish.
Watching polaroid photos develop.
C#, F#, A.
People who laugh at their own jokes.
Holding hands, cuddles, kisses on collarbones.
Conversations about religion that don't end in an argument.
The colour green.
The smell of rain and the feeling freshly cut grass between your toes.
Canberra in Autumn but Brisbane in Winter.
Sleeping in. Waking up early.
Singing at the top of my lungs.
Relaying whole conversations in my head.
The moment you realise you're falling in love.
Mismatched socks, pink underwear, corsets and paint stains.
People that really listen.
Talking about anything until the sun comes up.
Keeping good company.
Hot showers, bubble baths.
Laughing until my sides hurt.
Coming home.
The way my mother's hugs are more comforting then anything else in the world.
Phone conversations that don't feel awkward.
Dressing up.
Feeling invincible.
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[19 Mar 2008|07:43pm]

"Stay with me. Just stay right here."
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Follow you, Follow me. [27 Feb 2008|08:53pm]
I've never liked reality much.
I've always dreamt of fairies.
I was the Wendy that would've stayed with Peter.
I want a transient existance.
A place where no one knows my real name.
Living a normal existance is so overrated.
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Gone are the walls that I put inside my head. [27 Feb 2008|02:00pm]
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Could you ever see? [30 Nov 2007|07:10pm]
It's been two weeks. I feel .. light?
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[25 Nov 2007|10:16pm]
I spent a lovely weekend with some lovely people.

My thoughts were occupied by someone too far away.
I'll see him soon though. So it's okay.
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[18 Nov 2007|08:16pm]
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[29 Oct 2007|08:17pm]
2 minutes 34 seconds.
A perfect note. Sends chills down my spine.
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[08 Oct 2007|05:52pm]
I'll find you before I drift away.

[08 Oct 2007|05:22pm]
I just don't get it. What's more concerning is I really don't care.
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It was you I was thinking of. [05 Oct 2007|05:20pm]
I really wish I could hate everyone.

Passion lost. What else is there?
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[03 Oct 2007|08:46pm]
I would like to meet some new people.
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[30 Sep 2007|10:11pm]
I just ripped my favourite skirt. What a brilliant end to what was a fucked up weekend. Goodnight.
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[29 Sep 2007|02:35pm]
I don't have many words right now.
Last night was ridiculous. Fucking ridiculous. Ah. It was fantastic.

I am wearing a black leopard print mini skirt. I look like a crack whore, with my smeared eyeliner and unwashed, unbrushed curls.

I want, i want, i want, so much.

But I'm definately feeling the love bitches.
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[14 Sep 2007|07:57am]
"You're just a mess."

I dyed my hair, again. Change is as good as a holiday and yesterday I was (for no apparent reason) sad. I would post pictures but I am yet to connect the internet at home so you can just visualise my pale face and light features being taken over by jet black strands. I think I like it.

My work life is looking up. I wont bore you with details, but in 2 weeks I will have a new title, a pay rise and actual reponsibility. It will be grand.

I'm cutting down my alcohol intake. It kinda scares me that I can drink 5 bourbons, go to sleep at 2 or 3, wake up at 530 and be not only capable of human interaction but smile and have energy. My body is way too used to me abusing it.

I want Caitlin to live with me. I miss her being there, as much as her stealing my clothes and denying it pisses me off I still love her more then anyone else. I worry that she'll retreat into herself and I'll lose her again. Note to self, pose the question to Michael. I hope he would be okay with it.

There is nothing else to say but I have some wonderful friends, I think my heart's leading me to trouble and boop boop be doop.
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[11 Sep 2007|10:26am]
Things to do:

001. Ring Kay Kingston. Organise Tax Return.
002. Ring Internet provider. Organise internet to be connected ASAP.
003. Check on my home phone line order. Make sure everything is all good for the connection on Friday.
004. Write mental argument to be had with Real Estate (They knocked down our shed. I came home to Michael's belongings scattered around the back yard. We got no notice. We found our fairy lights in the bin. I'm going to threaten legal action. They cannot get away with this.)
005. Eat chocolate biscuits.
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[18 Aug 2007|12:45pm]
"With you on my mind & my heart held in your hands
screaming, break me."

001. I really want to see you. The pair of you.

002. I hope this song never ever leaves my head.

003. She, is amazing.

004. End.
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[14 Aug 2007|10:08pm]
"These friends are, new friends are golden."

Making a conscious decision to never take certain people seriously, ever again.

I love; Danica Violet. Mama Llama. Caitlin Jade. My new friends, Josh, Sean, Lizzi, Cameron.

(Danica. This is a very small world. My friend Aaron, whom I've been web-friends with for over 5 years lives with Cameron. A boy you apparently had a 'thing' with? He is good friends with Javed? Fucking weird. So weird.)

I'm smiling. All is well with the world. Again.
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