I have sucumb

http://plumerailatete.tumblr.com/

Confused.

about what?

i don't know

then whats your point?

did't have one.

And just when you thought it could be getting better..

This piece of beauty changes Karmas mind

and your jammed

in the strange lonely place

its your mind

you never pay attention too it until you have nothing else going for you

it brings bad news, its like the friend you know would never let you down..

you can afford to neglect them

because they'll always be there when the ground at your feet crumbles

but for how long?

what if the next time it isnt the friend you left before.

what happens when you loose it?

loose touch.

And I don't know why id want too voice this out loud..

Its therapeutic somehow?

I've got problems with my sleep

but I'm not moving too new york

I'm here to stay

I'm not sure if i should even be happy about this

but I'm pretty sure that's not what the feeling stirring within is

every time i so much as remember that actually

Travels is a means to an end...

HOME.

(cue abnormal degree of imagination)

if i kid myself long enough i wont attempt to see just how immortal a car is if i hit it.

you know?

Kill the Director

CARROTS

help us see much better in the 

DARK

don't talk to 

GIRLS

they'll break your 

Heart.

Sarah Kane..

had not one good thing

Sarah Kane

wanted her life too end

Every morning

looks like its the same old story,

she voted Tory..

For Death or Glory.

Sarah Kane, had an allergy
Sarah Kane, diagnosed with special needs

Didn't wake up in the morning
that day was a different story..
There weren't much mourning

(Her life was getting boring.)

Short term fix..

Sends your heart rate rocketing
then rots your teeth.

whatever happend to being a woman?

I hate her.
Because she reminds me of the me I'm trying to hide
that's why we hate people.
Because they remind us of the 'us' we have pushed away
or simply they are the 'us' we want to be.
Thus making that 'annoying bitch' the biggest threat since water damage.

Its pretty fucked up.

Every things just one HUGE contradiction after another.
That's just how it is to be honest
So whats the point of even thinking about it?
Its people who write blogs who got landed with torturous analytical minds
and the very normal craving of attention.
since when did you decided wanting attention was a bad thing?
when it got taken from you right?
and now your reading this and giving me attention
it hurts. doesn't it?
doomed we are..
so I plan to make it beautiful.

What ever happend to the London Paper?

Its as if life is like the super sudoku in like The Guardian or something
its been crafted..
so well.

The shits impossible.
Only those really MINTED boring grey men on the Central line have it hacked.

Consciousness

The shit time between naps.

Permission to vent..

Permission granted.

My god my head hurts

and my body aches

and I'm trying to make something of myself

but my life's so confusing right now

phase it may be 

I DON'T LIKE BEING THIS VULNERABLE.

this is shit

what?

Oh get over yourself.

Can you die from a Lemsip overdose?

I dont feel well today...
AND THIS BLOG MAKES ME FURIOUS..
why don't I have anything good to blog about?


who the fuck wants too read about someone elses day?
plus I really dont know how too use it.

ill be back.

Im doing that thing again.

Where shit goes
over and over and over and over and over..
(like a monkey with a miniture symbol)

Its this self destructive loop of thought.

I dont know where it ends..
because I never make it too the end.

Im standing firmly on quick sand.

And I think too myself.

**Je Te Plumerai La Tete has signed on**

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 I like the idea of someone loving me from afar..

because they cant see my imperfections

no matter how much I spell them out
 

Is that wrong.

?

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**Je Te Plumerai La Tete has now signed off. To leave them a offline message please...**

I dont think im doing this right.

Because I simply don't understand what 'this' is.

I hate reading blogs.

One day I may be one of the suavest mother fuckers too touch a Blog.
Right now..?

Im just not |:

Hello,
I figured if I don’t lay out my whos, wheres and whys..
for once not a soul can expect anything other than a PAINFULLY
pretencious someone whos decided to socially isolate a part of themselves..
(hmm…sounds about right.)

I will tell you one thing though..
Im from London.
People always think your deeply cultured and brimming with mystery
if you even so much as step foot in this lovely City o mine.

In this case?
no.
But I’m not complaining.