"I know what conscience is, to begin with. It is not what you told me it was. It is the divinest thing in us. Don't sneer at it, Harry, any more - at least not before me. I want to be good. I can't bear the idea of my soul being hideous." Oscar Wilde (The Picture Of Dorian Gray)

23.12.08

TB-realisation.

Shit, I just realised how much I miss Tim Brown (yes, that is the Ex)(yes, the Dick). It's insane. I even told my tutor about it, did I tell you that? Apparently he knows him, because he used to work at the school Tim used to go to. Gludgrmpffd.

Fucking heroine-addict.
And he can't stop, because as soon as he does, he goes *phiet-phiew, cold turkey.
I don't know what to do.. Everything's out of my hands since he's broken up with me.
I already knew that I wasn't over him,- far from over. I still cry myself to sleep sometimes, sad as it may seem. But I always seemed to be thinking that I could still be there for him. I start realising now, that that is far from true..
I can't still be there for him.
Even if he would come to me, if anyone would come to me, to help him.. I wouldn't be able to.

..
It would get me into an even deeper hole than it did before.
I honestly don't think I would be able to do that again. I don't even know if I'm not doing it anymore..
I'm still climbing upwards and I realised that I have a longer way to go than I thought.


I'm making flowers out of paper,
while darkness takes the afternoon.
I know that they won't last forever,
but real ones fade away too soon.

I still cry, sometimes when I remember you.
I still cry, sometimes when I hear your name.
I said goodbye and I know you're alright now,
but when the leaves start falling down, I still cry..

It's just that I recall september.
It's just that I still hear your song..
It's just I can't seem to remember, 
forever more those days are gone.

I still cry, sometimes when I remember you.
I still cry, sometimes when I hear your name.
I said goodbye and I know you're alright now,
but when the leaves start falling down, I still cry..

I still cry, sometimes when I remember you.
I still cry, sometimes when I hear your name.
I said goodbye and I know you're alright now,
but when the leaves start falling down, I still cry..
But when the leaves start falling down, I still cry.....

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