Beauty

Blonde invasion.

I'm regretting now, dying my hair back to brown so soon.
I wish I stuck with blonde, just a little bit longer.

18.

Happy Birthday V, hope you had a lovely day.

I can't believe we are both now 18.
I love you :)

London calling.

"Every little thing is going to be alright"

Everything will be alright.
Once exams are over and I can escape this town to the UK, exploring London with (hopefully) a nice English boy.
And you'll be a figment of my imagination.
The past.
Forgotten.

..

Its so tempting to blog like crazy about you, and then just 'accidently' link you here.
just to see how you react.
if you even notice.

.

Sick.

I'm sick of you.
Of wanting you, sick of being let down time and time again, sick of getting my hopes up when you say "I'll come and visit you" and getting so excited, running around trying to make myself look nice for you, trying to escape the fact that I know you won't turn up. I hate it, I hate the disappointment I get from you.
Despite all this, I still want need you, your kisses and cuddles. To see you smile and laugh.

In a bullet proof vest, With the windows all closed.

Chris Martin's voice is absolutely captivating.