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why do i always find myself here when it's raining really really heavily?

i had a nice night.

we didn't even kiss, but it was just so lovely.

he's just so lovely. i don't really know what to do with myself when he's around. when it got light, i was still awake and so was he, but we were counting our breaths. and he breaths r e e e e a a l l y y y slowly, and i just felt safe. i just feel safe with him. it's so nice.

rain

i kind of like it when it rains really hard. it's comforting.

i've had the loveliest day.

well, there was some sucky bits, but mainly it was lovely.

i suppose. ahh. i don't know

i am so so tired.

so tired.

it's all in my bones

and my eyes and

my shoulders.

love me.

man, i'm in a funny mood.

tralalala.

GLASTONBURY:

-stevie was the BOY ;)

-i've managed to retain my pleasant state of paleness.

-met so many lovely new people.

-listened and danced about to so much awesome music.

-discovered a huge love for reggae.

-drunk a lot of cider. nomnomnom.

-spent the whole time with the coolest-boy-in-the-world.

-watched the football & understood the offside rule... after it had been explained to me by an excessively stoned old hippy.

-sustained a content state of drunken/high-ness for the entire five days.

i can only hope that the rest of the summer carries on in the same vein...

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i wish i was tiny. it must be lovely to be a waif, a little willow tree. it must be lovely to be thin.

food is such a temptation all the time, and this is bad, because i have to concentrate very hard on my weight: i gain so easily.

i just want to be irina lazareanu.

she's friends with kate moss and pete doherty. she's beautiful. and she's just so prettily small.

ho hum.

it's been a while.

it's finally half term, so let the camp-outs, cider, no-revision, gigs and sunshine flowwwww.

it's been madness, and it's only half way gone. lovely jubbly.

things are just so much more beautiful when you know that tomorrow you're going to be holding hands with the coolest boy in the world allllllllllll day. love my life. x

i am so confused.

don't get me wrong, i love being drunk.

i like feeling dizzy, running up hills without getting out of breath, feeling numb all over, looking at the sky and kissing the boy who i really like in a big way, but am too shy to explain my feelings to.

i love all of that.

but i don't love having a two day hangover, and still feeling drunk even though it's now sunday evening and i stopped drinking in the early hours of saturday.

also, my memory is like MAGICALLY GOOD when i'm sober, but it all goes to pot when i'm not. i don't remember me and the lovely boy walking along the cycle path quoting romeo and juliet to eachother. it was the facebooked video that reminded me of that.

don't you love being too young and too careless.

bleugh.

too tired and busy and upset to do anything.

even though i hate this expression, and it's really annoying and over-used and stupid, it fits my feelings atm:

FML.