pepd boringness

blehhhhhhh am boreed to complete death plus seven and just want to go to greensy and get stuff and not go to aths day because cbf and want to find a picture of random hot guy on julia's computer next to me and dont want to finish assignment.
mr argall is maybe coming to kill with death.
boring mens.
and mens panties.
justine in photo
people people people.
school photo man is a pervert.
buhbye

Zoe's mind-thoughts

again

teehee

well, i have sort of figured it out.

and thank god because its been bugging me.

so .

I dont actually fancy anyone at the moment.

like, properly.

i have a tiny crush on two though :S

which kind of pisses me off.

it'd be good to just have one that i really like who i may have some sort of chance with.

but i'll work on it.

in fact,

i met the most brilliant guy ever in the middle of nowhere.

never see him again.

now im just rambling.

cos i cant talk about things that matter.

but man, these two are fucking hot.

i could explain them but i cant.

sick of petty arguments

point is,

i need to listen to the ocean.

the actual ocean, and the band

to catherine who will probably never read this but eh- we should go to greensy soon ;)

im fucking bored.

need some pringles

but ive eaten half the world today.

ohhh erghhh im gonna go do something else pointless.

give anyone (a.k.a no one) who is reading this a break from my crap.

except that you havent even got this far because of how boring it is.

buhbye >:l

HAHHAHAH!!

well, buhbye myspace :D
bloody mood swings.
swing swing
ily

i think i may have crashed.

Id like to say:
i have had enough. stop worrying about other people and their problems. let people be how they want to be. they have that right. its hard for people to fit your expectations, exactly as you want them.
the world doesnt revolve around you.
so get the hell over it.



p.s, this isnt about you molly. or cazz. or jess.

in other never-to-be-read news,
-blogger is crap
-so is all electronic crap
-i hate you
-i fucked up once again
-i dont know what is it about him
-or him
-the other him can go fuck himself.
-and i mean it.
- i am in need of an ADVENTURE
- i need to yell
- i need the truth
- i want things to work out
- my heart should go die in a hole
- with myspace
- please dont be mad at me

I'm not going to try anymore. As in, i don't care that some of my thoughts are stupid, and i dont care if people think that right now, i am being a fool. or if they think i am being a fool all of the time.
I don't care if the poems I write are stupid. Or if my taste in music is crap.
I don't care about silences that need filling.
I don't even care about the fact im positive that in the next couple of hours or days I wont care about any of this.
Whats the point.

To Nobody

Hello anyone, probably no-one.
I love you.
:)
Make some muffins.
Listen to a lovely song.
Spend some time looking at leavies.
And clouds,
and stars,
and chase your cat
then take its collar off
and dance about with it
until you fall over.
Buhbye xo

if you really wanna know,

im still not gonna tell you cos it's a secret and it wont matter in time in any case because i'll be over him and chasing beetle bugs liek a good girl without luuurve problem-o's.

x

"TOUCH HER TOUCH HER"

moilly, I lobe you! cazzie, I lobe you! to all i lobe with my heartiest heartness, love to you all. to nail bitter, go die.

I am without a boyfriend, always seem to fuck these things up. So I guess I am going to take a break, as in, for a while until i seriously get my head cleared. Which is part of the reason we broke up I spose.
I am going to focus on the many other things in life too now, and spend heaps of time out in the fresh air exploring.
Then I shall buy a harmonica. And learn to play well.
Then rent a gypsy van, and ride around a rainforest.
Because I am so sick of mistrust, and betrayal, and anger, and confusion, and expectations. And I am sick of games.
.... talk about betrayal. im just going to not tell anyone anything ever. I cant believe it.
fuck everything.

dear anonymous

you suck.