Pho; girl constantly confused and changing names. Mistaken identity, or maybe just chance. Desperately fragile, bitterly logical. Fond of acting younger than actual age. Narcissistic when drunk. Stable when loved. Pretty when very, very blurred. In love with black, and irony of the same colour. <3
Currently fated - I don't think that I belong anywhere near your happily ever after. I'm a walking disaster/until I fall/and then I'm really just nothing at all Currently overdosed on a lack of sleep and waiting for this to end... [see countdown] [aiming to be the original bitter ironic comment girl of 2005] Hopelessly addicted to all the things I can't have...or maybe just hopeless... Free. Technically.
sometimes i wonder if you'll think of me in five years time you'll shake your head and say that girl's a wreck
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This journal --> Friends only. Lovers an exception. Also temporarily lapsing from the normal to be a fictional blog.
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love is a drug it makes you believe the world is wonderful until you crash then you burn and then you know that you've gotta quit but now you're hooked you're nothing til you overdose again you want it you need it you'd do anything to get it cos it'd keep you alive then years later you look back and find - it's eaten away your soul without it...you're nothing.
'write me an elegie - write me a sad song that's filled with desperation we'll sing apocalypses and drown in the melody of death songs'
...so this wreck of a girl this overstuffed cloth doll look into her eyes black as the night sky and shiny with tears but that's just the look of glass do you see the eloquence of her fear? do you see her misery and her anguish? or maybe you just imagined it
make her sit, and she'll sit make her hug you, she'll hug you make her stand, and she'll fall down on the ground maybe you could make believe she talks believe it's her and not you before you realise she doesn't have a voice
she's your obedient little dolly she's your toy forever whatever you make her do, she'll do she is under your control she is yours only until you drop her when you forget who broke her who tore her up and ripped out her stuffing to be carelessly pushed back stabbed with a rough-handed needle once again a toy to toss around you'll forget you made her this way curse her throw her down and while she may still appear whole look carefully - her eyes of glass are cracked and broken...