come on hide your lovers underneath the covers

the problem with teenage love is trying to combat the sexual neediness of being 18 with the unexpected maturity of meeting parents and not constantly having sex.
is it too much to expect that we will behave and act naturally and grow out of public affection?
i sincerely hope not.
why would i imagine something so much worse than what could actually happen? he wore a scarf i thought was hers and my head was filled with jealousy and an insatiable hunger for reassurance and a bite on the shoulder.


young lovers under covers, keeping cover

they say art mimics life

now it's more the opposite way. Real life is imitating art in a scary way.
I'm so sorry dad, now I know how you felt.
Last night I spent in A+E
My robot play - the robot part is gone, the suicide bit remains.
Life imitates art.
and memories come flooding back
Oh god, oh god.

It's funny how things work out. History repeats itself, there are no exceptions. And for once I am inclined to believe that, although everything happens for a reason, that reason isn't always a good one.
And right now my vision is full of so much wood that I can't even imagine trees. What a bad twist of expression, I'm losing my touch at the grand old age of 18.
I don't know where this is going, but I know where it's come from. And I never want to see it again.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.