Cover my eyes.

Dear La Roux,
You're my favourite, apart from Paramore of course.

No wonder I'm scared
To look in your eyes
You've turned me away
So many times
You can take it away
At any given moment
It's hard to believe

While you're in this disguise
So would you hold me please
I'm trying hard to breathe
I'm just surviving
So would you hold me please
I'm trying hard to breathe
Stop me from crying

From me.

We're the special two.

Dear Missy Higgins,

This song is truely amazing.

Special two;

I've hardly been outside my room in days,
'cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays.
The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away,
And it was then I realized the conscience never fades.
When you're young you have this image of your life:
That you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.
And you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross,
And if you happen to you wake completely lost.
But I will fight for you, be sure that
I will fight until we're the special two once again.

And we will only need each other, we'll breathe together,
Our hands will not be taught to hold another's,
When we're the special two.
And we could only see each other, we'll bleed together,
These arms will not be taught to need another,
'Cause we were the special two.

I remember someone old once said to me:
"That lies will lock you up with truth the only key."
But I was comfortable and warm inside my shell,
And couldn't see this place would soon become my hell.
So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face?
Well I guess the answer is don't do it in the first place.
I know I'm not deserving of your trust from you right now,
But if by chance you change your mind you know I will not let you down.
'cause we were the special two, and we'll be again.

And we will only need each other, we'll breathe together,
Our hands will not be taught to hold another's,
When we're the special two.
And we can only see each other we'll bleed together,
These arms will not be taught to need another...
'cause we're the special two.

I step outside my mind's eye's for a minute.
And I look over me like a doctor looking for disease,
Or something that could ease the pain.
But nothing cures the hurt you, you bring on by yourself,
Just remembering, just remembering how we were...

When we would only need each other, we'd breathe together,
Our hands would not be taught to hold another's,
We were the special two.
And we could only see each other, we'd bleed together,
These arms would not be taught to need another,
'Cause we're the special two.

From me.

Look what I have.

Dear everyone who gets jealous easily.



I love you.

From me :)

That's all there is, there isn't anymore.

The Turtle Club.

Dear you,
All I wanted was you.

You know who you are.
Honestly..
Love me.

Our ghostly adventure.

Dear Beechworthians,

Beechworth Ghost Tour; Suggested to go see.


La Trobe at Beechworth is located on the site of the former Mayday Hills Hospital or the Beechworth Lunatic Asylum as it was originally named.

Established in 1867 as one of three major asylums in the state of Victoria, the hospital operated for almost 130 years until its closure in 1995. During this time it grew to incorporate nearly 52 buildings spread across an 11 hectare site, at its peak accommodating over 1,000 patients.

^My Orb^

I dug it. Thanks Mairead for taking us, and also Anna for allowing me to crash at her play for the night :)

From me.

You are, the only exception.

Dear Paramore,

So, Brand new Eyes was meant to be coming out next Tuesday (29/9/09), but now it's coming out tomorrow? Hey, I'm not complaining, because it's effing amazing.

Listen to it here.

And here.

Also here.

Here too.

Click this one.

Here.

Press this.

Not with your finger, the mouse.

Do it.

Listen here.

Now.

Can't wait for my deluxe to arrive. Or send, Whatever.

From me.

EDIT: It's been sent, and it wasn't out last Friday. Sorry for the inconvenience.

My list.

Dear Paige,

I'm paranoid. One noise I hear in my bedroom at night will send me inside to sleep.

I'm anxious. Stomach pains run my life, so does anxiety.

I worry too much. Something so small, will take me to conclusions I shouldn't and wouldn't if i didn't worry.

I'm sensitive. One word you call me, could well and truly make me do a Niagara.

I'm ticklish. You can't touch me without me kicking you in the ribs.

I'm Delusional. I tend to hear and see things I shouldn't, not by choice.

I over think things. Some simple tasks that could be resolved the easy way, within 10 minutes. I usually take the hard route, within 40 minutes.

I'm scared of everything. Name one thing; no doubt I'll be afraid of it.

I'm curious. Anything I'm intrigued in, I tend to stick my nose into it; not literally.

I Procrastinate. Nothing happens, until the day before it's meant to.

I'm affectionate. You never see it, only if you're comfortable with me being comfortable.

I'm an observer. Everything you wish I hadn't seen, I did.

I'm inpatient. I wasn't born to wait.

I'm quick-tempered. That's right. Back off.

I'm imaginative. When reality isn't working out for me, I make up my own life.

I'm moody. 'Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get'.

I'm not independent. I depend on you, and only you.

I have OCD.

I'm ebullient. I try to bring the best out of others, but showing the best of me.

I get agitated easily. Anything can make me cry, or want to kill you.

I'm selfish. I can't help it.

You can't help me.

From me.

Kaya Scodelario.

Dear Kaya Scodelario,

Favourite charator on skins.

Fo rizzle.

"Sometimes I think I was born backwards.

You know, come out my mum the wrong way.

I hear words come pass me backwards.

The people I should love, I hate. And the people I hate..." -Effy Stonem

From me.

Sims.

Dear EA games,
Thank-you for creating the most amazingest game ever.

From me.

You know who you are.

Dear you,

I don't like lies, nor do I like liers.
I don't really get why it happens, you know? Sure I lie. But not life changing lies. Like I don't lie about something I had done in my past and make it a big factor in my life so when the truth does come out nothing changes. Although when that situation does come along, I'll handle it well.
Do people deserve to have friends when they lie so hugely?
Is it bad to ignore the fact that they lied?
Is that the end of their lies?
What happens next?

I don't like it when people block you out.
It's difficult to help then when they put walls up. After all this time you've tried to break them down, there they go again. Re-building them. Do I keep trying to help you, or will you just reject me. Over and over again.

I don't like the fake people.
It's pretty hard trying to figure out who the real ones are and who are just there for comfort. You'd have to know who the person was really well, before you start to make any judgments on who is faking it. But it's alright, because I've learnt to see through the ones I shouldn't trust. Trust is one of the biggest factors of my life, and without it I can't see anything working out.
Should I try to change them?
or accept them as they are, then move on?

I don't like feeling horrible.
It's when you feel like shit, and you see them being alright is when it hits that nothing will change. I've tried to help you but again with the walls.

I hate this :)
I am finding out that maybe I was wrong.
That I'm falling down,
And i can't do this alone.
Stay with me.
This is what I need, Please.


From me.

Brick By Boring Brick.

Dear people that get jealous really easily,
I ordered it. Finally.

I haven't really had the best week, but this moment out of all of them (apart from dancing with Nikki and Anna) would have to be in my top 2.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.
New song.

And her head in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba da ba

From me.