i told myself that all i ever needed is my own company, nothing else is necessary. contrary to that, i realised that i was only lying to myself to protect myself from getting hurt. along with this, people seem to think they have the authority to make assumptions about me, but most of the time, they're never right. i'm not what people expect or want me to be, and i don't believe i ever will.
i enjoy: good books; thought enhancing literature; goosepimple provoking music; ebay bargains; pretty dresses; cute shoes; feel good underwear; aches and pains from laughter; sitting with a book and a mocha; quiet areas in manchester; spending time with people worth caring about; happy people; good jokes; bbc3 comedy; scarves; jackets; expensive looking clothes at a cheap cost; secret piercings; special secrets; funny phrases; dirty texts; travelling on trains and aeroplanes; my ipod; odd friendships; gorgeous boys; pretty girls..
i hold it in my heart that one day, everything will come together. but i know it never will.