Wednesday 22 August 2012

archive +9.6

 He was talking to someone on the phone about supplying monitors for the Brussels office

He was also drinking a beer and said he hadn’t slept for 32 hours

Heart broken how?

If you don’t know what to believe then there is no point in worrying.  I still think you’re great

I’m riddled with fear and self loathing

Are you doing the nasty?

He couldn’t get away from me faster.  I feel horrible

God I hate this feeling, depressed and rejected by the world.  Hate boys, hate me

I’m on curfew 7 to 7

He just threw up so the office smells of acid pizza.  

I feel like a hot oven

Just persist.

He does fancy you