The weekover... Part oneee;


"I DON'T REMEMBER IT!"


"I CAN'T SEE, FLO!"
So we slept in a tent, had quite alot of *cough* that day, drank a shit load of juice, vodka shots out of tiny stupid bottle, saw the failed southern cross, sotted venus, on the phone with Master Patrick Phillip Something or rather, Layed on the trampoline till four in the morning and Sang quite werid songs. WEW ^-^

The Anthropology of Ariana.

I'm not who you think I am because to be honest, you don't know who I am. How should you? I laugh when i'm not meant to, I cry when things get happy. I never know what to wear. I want it to be hot when it's cold, and cold when it's hot. I like being alone, yet when I am, I wish I wasn't. I realised not everything is worth dying for. Nothings what it seems and who you thought were, aren't. All I need is you, that's all I really know.