Beautiful Even At Her Worst.

Ironically, that only makes things worse.
Admiring everything, the talking, the moving. Aha, at least its gone unnoticed :)
That would be awkward..
I dont know what i hate more, the worry of losing something by taking the risk for more, or the thought of wondering what might happen in a good result.
Fact is id rather not lose what i have.

As you may guess ive been up ages again, because ive been sat awake thinking over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. UGH. Ive convinced myself that its not worth saying anything, and im pretty sure im right in thinking this, but i cant help but wonder.

ANYWAY, IOW was fucking AMAZING.
The social, spending time with people and talking, getting to know those you do better, getting to know those you dont a bit more. The music, some absolutely fucking awesome set lists, the drinking.
OH. MY. GOD. I genuinely had one of, if not THE best time of my life there..
I really do miss it now though :(
The reason im doing this is in an attempt to get some of this shit thats keeping me pissed off and awake out of my mind.
Theres no real structure to what im saying because im so tired.
AHHHH. I also probably shouldnt have said half the stuff i have. But its the only way to get it out. :|
Im going to have a fag, and call out round two with my mother fucking bed.
x