opendiarys down

so hellO blogger.. diary of umm qasar
tts a cool umm qasar
shd haf hearfd the channel newsasia newswoman say it .. the iraq war times
umm qasar
i was q sad when they advacned to bassariah (was it) n then there were no more umm qasars to hear
newae so opendiarys down
n sudenyl i feel like blogging

why ah

mabbe im becoming hollow
but if i dont tell anybody
at least i keep tt part of myself

im so obsessed with these kinda 'right' things
nutty

ok so.. wad do i want to do here..
i want to go karaoking. now.
i want to move over to batchelor's house. noW
all my bags are packed im ready to go
but his doors friggin lcoked
n i jus spoilt the rhyme

so im a nut blowing my own balloon.. ill burst my own balloon an eventual thing u noe but mabbe ill jus haf fun voiding my lungs of air n let it hurt and hurt
and ill think its the heart's tt hurting but no..
n then after tt illl feel happy when it bursts n fresh air enters n ill be back

she applied her creams of dreams*

felt horribly guitly abt an old friend
are we friends? kidna strange

at the moment of trust or no i doubted and ~*
but it was q unconscious.. to both of us i think
but mabbe she internalised this.. so on reflex both of us
would have this.. awkwardness b/w us for awhile
but guised by the easygoing chatty selves we haf/r

sisterss.. another knot in my purple thread
theres so much to build upon love

hmm

wad crap
umm qasar
tis nice rhythm u noe