Letters.

Old writing, made into paper planes. Let go.

Something I wrote recently…

How can something so beautiful, create so much sadness?

How could we go on living without on another,

when it’s all we ever hoped and dreamed?

How can you stand me after so much hurt?

A thousand sorries is never enough to heal a bruised and dying heart.

Close your eyes and pretend I’m not there.

So I can get close to you again.

Get high like planes…

28th April 2007 – 18 years of age.

I don’t understand. I just can’t create simple distinction.

You’re still here.

I don’t let go of you easy. I hang on tight.

Suffocate me.

I still think, of you. Random times. They just pop up.

The thoughts are so cruel. So upsetting. So suffocating.

So jealous.

So missing. Miss you angel.

The purest hate…all over you from me.

The opposite of love juices.

You fucked me over.

You fucked me, through and through.

Do it all again, I scream to you.

Love, to you.

Throw it all away and give it all to you..in a heart shaped box. The only one I have left.

I give it to you, and I have no choice in this.

It just happens.

Involuntary.

EXHIBITIONIST. THE DATE IS SET. LOCK IT IN. 27TH MAY.20-28 CHATHAM St, PRAHRAN. BE THERE OR BE A SQUARE.

I feel hopeless hands helplessly pulling you back close to me.

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You tell me those lies and I only want you closer.

You have abandoned me. But my love has not abandoned you.