Out of Mind Out of Sight

This I hope would be the case as soon as I enter Uni.

I desperately seek peace. God grant me this I pray.

Roses are beautiful, but they have thorns and boy do they hurt when you get pricked by them.

Am I being fair to Sunburnt? I hope I am giving him his chance. A kiss from me and he's happy enough. What about him? Nothing is good enough for him. Not me even when I've laid my heart bare on the fucking counter. Sambucca Lover, I am not as attractive as you think I am. Thank you for thinking so. And a confused soul I am. You know better than I even do myself.

Screw love and all it entails. Love sucks. Love stinks.