I'm in one of my more weird moods today so this entry need not be long, i can't be arsed to write too much. And just to make matters worse (i went to sleep a poet and i woke up a fraud)i'm in a mysterious poem like ,metaphorical, philosophical way of thinking so from this point in this entry may make little sense to most.
What if for one day, all our dreams and wishes became reality? The stupid wishes like god i wish so and so was dead too. Maybe that would make people think about the stupidity of their words, or maybe not cos 99% of people would be dead anyway.
I haven't been able to find the words to say, even when on trial by watchful eyes.
I dont have the guts to be able to try and make something happen. I guess lying in the dark is the easy way out.
Never admitting to the ones at night, even when they're getting longer and more in depth.
It's back to the usual excuse. I'm scared. A scare-mongering mind, confusing you with the inevitable 'rejection' that would follow the question.
The mind dares you to dream far out of this world. Until your dreams become too big for it.
I want something to happen. I want it.
I think.
Maybe not, maybe the fact you are unable to ask, to say it and admit it means you dont want it.
The answer would depend on the beholder's eye, which seems to be looking close to home, only, not the one i live in.
Maybe the others are right. Maybe not.
What if it's all down to stupidity. Stupidity seems to lead only to times of disappointment; and being sad.
When the sun is beating down and skies are a rich blue with few clouds, these months have no time for sadness.
Just care-free days and fun.
But, what if my fun depends on it?
For now, it's back to counting the sparkling stars in the night sky.
Just don't let me down.
ciao
so then we sat in town cos we were all tired before catching ze bus to cleethorpes. The bus driver got off at pleasure island to have a fag!! 
So we headed to maccies to grab some food and saw this cleaner that Emily kept winking at last week and she did it again and her and loz lleft me to go to the toilets which is when he cornered me asking about Emily. I quote 'can you tell your mate from me she's proper fit!' so she wrote her number on, got me to give it to him! Well, he text her and now she blames me and loz 
oh yeh the cinema we went to see Alien Autopsy which was really good, grabbed some job application forms so touch wood lol. I could write about *hand* dave but that would take time and i have to go out now so like..yeah. ciao
