don't wait until people are dead to give them flowers. there are moments when it's too quiet, paricularly at ngiht or early in the morning. that's when you know there's something lacking in your life. so what have we done with x and o's to mark our way home it seems as though we've forgotten the way we move. can we save ourselves from the ones we're becoming? we drove through the rain past the evergreen trees and we rolled just like the water along the veins of it's leaves. and we traced our memories into the shape of a map inside the palms of our hands, bearing the secrets unkept. you were only given this life
because you were strong enough to live it. above all be true to yourself,
if you can’t put your heart into it,
take yourself out of it. but her heart still beats,
even though her eyes are frozen. i am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. 
boy troubles, again.
right so, last night i had a good long chat with my ex about how i still love him and it really doesn't feel as if we've broken up, which is true. so that must mean we both still feel the same way, right? then why is he being so dodgy about getting back with me? plus, to make it all worse. i have this friend who has been with his girlfriend for 2 years and a month, yet he's telling me that he likes me, but he lives in england, he's never going to see me. why is he so prepared to lose her because of me when really, i just don't matter. sigh. updating again later, i think. we'll see how things go. i love you guys. | 
