I ran away today. Hid under the sheets. I just didn’t wanna wake up, you know, couldn’t face it all. Thank fuck my parents are away until Saturday. But I need friends… Maybe I should’ve scrambled in for a few hours, try to make some – You never know unless you try. Except I do know – Best possible situation I’d have one, maybe two people tonight, be really tired and have to clean up a mess tomorrow.
And fuck my outlets, I’ve pushed everything away so only a dark room and Pete Doherty remain. To be understood, that would be good. Rather than told by old scolds reading off sold scrolls. Didn’t even top-up my phone this month, how sad is that? Still not sadder than depending on it to exist I hope; dangle that rope in front of me again and see if I bite!
I don’t know. My name, my nationality, my identity just doesn’t make any sense to me. I guess that’s why we go to Uni and I just have to wait and see. Wait to be. I’m struggling though, if truth be told. I wish I’d held on to the girl I don’t love just so I wouldn’t feel this cold. What was I supposed to do? Because I just wanna do the opposite now.
If my life was a movie, could I stand up on top of the world? Go take me exploring, exploring…
