Baby, the Stars Shine Brite
The secret life of a girl.the strange confessions and dirty little secrets of a girl.
21.10.04
The heavy clouds of sleep lift as I become aware of the warmth and weight of the feather comfortor around me, the bland beep of the alarm jars me out of bed. As I struggle to wake up I hope I'm still dreaming - I can't be here, this can't be happening.
There are no intolerable living conditions anymore, no cuts on my arms, thighs, no obnioxus cocktail of diet pills, caffiene, and antibiotics running through my system, no more strange infections, no more depression... I'm in England, in his arms, where I belong.
But no arms hold me and the crampped conditions of my dorm room quickly remind me of the hostile environment I seem to be stuck with. It is not a dream, this is my life - and I hate it.
There are no intolerable living conditions anymore, no cuts on my arms, thighs, no obnioxus cocktail of diet pills, caffiene, and antibiotics running through my system, no more strange infections, no more depression... I'm in England, in his arms, where I belong.
But no arms hold me and the crampped conditions of my dorm room quickly remind me of the hostile environment I seem to be stuck with. It is not a dream, this is my life - and I hate it.
