This is probably the 'deepest' post that I've ever churned out. In fact, I don't think you'll even understand it.. it's more like a personal rant. There will be names that you guys don't recognize, and the sentence structure is going to be totally wack. Anyway, try your best, and remember, you can always walk away from this blog. Here goes...

"Don't let nobody tell you your life is over, be every colour that you are- Aly and AJ" I don't think one can be truly original. I mean, I've changed myself drastically to fit in. New wardrobe, strange accent, my attitude... why am I even telling you this shit? My life is so fucked. Angie probably hates me for leaving her stranded. I am so shallow. Look at it this way. A guy loves me, as in, really loves me. He loves the fake me, the one I created, the perfect me, the me I want to be. He loves that me, really really loves. And I don't want to tell him that I will soon never talk to him ever again because of Melbourne. This stupid moving, why do I want it so badly? Goodbye to Angela, John, Sav, Dude, Poet, Niz, Rain, Denv, Jason, Deth, Alex. My friends. The friends of my fake me. I am not beautiful. I am ugly- selfish, unkind, unfeeling. How will I break the news to them? I don't want to. Now leaving Perth seems like a horrible thing to do. All because of Angie and the rest. I have to get over them. But I can't. It's impossible. Ya know what? I seriously don't see any point of blogging. It won't help anything. Lindsay Lohan isn't helping anything. Nothing will help, can help me now. My alternate life is an addiction. A dark one. What can I do? Nothing. I just keep fabricating new lies, new interests, new things. Melbourne will be a new start. Who knows? Maybe I will come back in a few months and find all my friends gone. My life shattered. Will I be relieved? I think not...

Angie and the gang will probably never ever see this, and they'll keep on living in their fantasy world, with the perfect, beautiful me. The kind, funny, bold me. And I'll just wilt and die, retreat further into myself with every passing day, curse the world, and ultimately just give up on Life.

Toodle-pip...

Another confession @ 6:05 pm