I can't sleep. But I am so determined to because I really don't want to go back to that numbing insomnia.
- I just need to point out here that the only thing that stays on my mind twenty four hours a day and seven days a week is my NEED for the Red Hot Chili Peppers tattoo. I am so so so so so determined to get the star (or 'Angel's anus' as Anthony would call it) on my right wrist, just like Ant and John have (I stress I didn't know this until a couple of days ago). But yeah. I want it.

I hear that when you die your brain gets flooded with fuck loads of endorphins. Just imagine that. In that final split second, to be so overwhelmingly alive.
Sigur Ros are just so beautiful, and even though I never have any idea what Jonsi is singing, the barrier of language doesn't mean that I can't interpret the sheer emotion in the music. It's truly amazing.

I want it to be Winter because then I can listen to Radiohead again. I can't listen to them now because it's too polar.

I don't want to start college with other people surrounding me but I do want to start college. I want to get a job and save money and travel around parts of the world in a gap year.
But that's if by God's hand the dark and the cold doesn't get me first. Because you never know, it may.
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