Bodyworks.

I feel a lot like Steve Jobs Slut-bitch right now. He may as well get it over with and just come over to my house and let me suck his dick.

I - IV.

Im having a massive fucking rave about aliens. I think im just having another one of my paranoid times when im like 'oh fuck...ghost/aliens/paranormal/anything fucking creepy'. Been sat watching endless videos on youtube and random websites. Ive creeped the fuck out of myself and made myself feel so alone. At about 11 i cycled home from Caitlin's. I liked it because i love the silence and how i can cycle all over the road in the darkness, illuminating a spotlight ahead of me with my bike light. Looking up the night sky was so clear. I'd made myself sure something was watching me from up there. Just because it could. Observing. Kept playing that scene from signs over and over in my head where the alien creeps out of the bush. Just as i did this fox jumps out in front of my bike. I swear to god my heart stopped. My peace was broken for a small while.

Was still a nice cycle regardless. Just because of the crystal clear view of the night sky. The smells of the portsmouth streets rotting.

I want to be back at college but i also don't. I want to see you all the time but i know i wont. I want to be able to manage on just phone calls each night but i know i'll struggle. We'll cope though. I miss my friends.