Not In This New Romantic Way.

Standing in the pouring rain, barefoot on the ice and miles from home. The thin cardigan with ankle swinging skinnies and holey shoes and no socks doesn't fair well to this weather. Watching them scream at eachother reminds me that I'm the peace maker, the one who hugs them and kisses them and hushes them out of their worries and into their sorries. But once my job is done and they hug eachother and makeup, bestfriends until next time, when I'll sort it out again. I can't help but think that I've got no one that'll be there for me at the end of the day. Through it all, no one has stayed through the worst, not even to turn their heads and hardly notice. I just want someone to hug, unconditionally, truth be told.

Flakes.

Yeah, I'm a bit late on the snow update, but HEY :)

Care, Just Fucking Care.

Rooting savagely through my wardrobe, I need a bag, a black woven bag with a gold chain, surely I've got one? Yes I have, I bought it this time last year in the Miss Selfridge sale. And yes, here it is, chain broken and weaving dismantled. How come it looked so pretty and presentable when I wore it every day back in Spring. A battered stick of Watermelon Chapstick falls out and the smell... well, here come the memories. Best friend, I told her everything, and I wonder if thats what she told me. But now I'm on my own, and I pass her every day, and she doesn't return my smiles. There's no longer a place for her in my heart. Wait, no, screw that, no one's coming in, I can't keep patching up the them-shaped holes they leave as the come and go, and my hearts not pretty while it's strapped in duct tape.

...& This Is Where We Fall.

Have you ever heard someone say something along the lines of "since your Father is your male influence, the people you'll fall for will be somewhat similar." I thought about this, and crap, my Dad's a northern guitarist/musicman, and shoot, there are a lot of hot northern guitarist/musicmen around (Father not included). Dilemma of the day, he's not northern, but hell is he a guitarist, and hell do I like him, and hell, he has the same name as my Father. What to do? He's hot, he sounds like Christofer Drew but he has the same frigging name as my Dad, surely this is illegal?