wrecked.

i haven't written words in a while. and i like writing. so . here are some letters for you. and me.

should i take an umbrella to london tomorrow?

my shoulders are aching, my back is tense,

my veins aglow in the cold burning light.

the barrier, broken, pierced just for a pence

of crimson, which lingers there, just out of sight.

i so just wrote that on the spot.

recently has been quite amazing.

amazing in the sense that i am so baffled that one experience can be so incredible, and before you know it, boom, back to hardknockingharshgoingfuckingpainful reality.

hearts for the queen's school west side story cast 2010

such a wondrous experience.LOVE.

to be quite frank.. or tom. or dick.. or harry with you, i am absolutely wrecked, what with west side, and our fashion show we organised, riding round in tesco shopping trolleys two days straight, and all the fucking cupcakes i've been eating.

i need to stop doing that.

remind me.

so wrecked that i'm afraid i am not feeling up to moving my fingers to type.. or in fact using my brain in any way.

but i am going to LDN tomorraaa. staying with caz. love that girl. she is damn hot.

blah; some photos from last week;or the week before that.

we love music.