rad
so this is me.
and this is my blog.
as it turns out, i don't wrie
here much anymore.
myspace and facebook took over.
im so lame.
fetishes
what you like
addictions: chicken schnitzel, sudoku + nerd stuff
zomg:
love:
wishlist
and i want: optimus prime.
and: justin timberlake.
and maybe: less lameness
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
dust floats through sun and water
I still have the green t-shirt you know, and the black jumper. The tracksuit pants couldn't be cleaned though.
The t-shirt isn't green anymore, it was bleached clean. Not that it matters, I haven't worn it again since that day that the green was stained.
I put the t-shirt in a box, im not sure if you know, but it was in a box in my top wardrobe. It's only been out of the box 4 times since the day it went in there, but the tears that accompany it in the box sometimes escape, anyway, they did last night. I went to put them back in the box, but when I climbed up and opened it i found the t-shirt, still smelling of bleach, and still folded nicely.
I took it out and put it on for the first time since I took it off the last time. That last time you were with me. I slept with it on last night, and I still have it on, but my tears have stopped flowing, and hopefully they've stopped for good now. I'm going to dispose of the t-shirt now, sure, burning it would be more poetic, but I think theres enough bleach on it to blow the house up.
Anyway, I hope you appreciate my public goodbye letter, I thought you enjoyed public displays, after yesterday and all, and I didn't mean it when i said sorry, but I think you know that.
That bloddied t-shirt is gone now. I hope you are happy.
Love you forever,
- Emma xoxo
