Your Skin, Oh Yeah Your Skin And Bones

I can't believe I'm missing out on the Coldplay concert.

I've noticed your design 'cause I'm not blind.
I'm like a cigarette; burning, burning every night but there's no ash that falls.
There's only telephone calls in the afternoon, stretching through a thousand walls.
So I'll pray for words to say, to make these miles disappear.

Woke up at 7:28am, showered, got dressed. Ate shortbread for breakfast, my legs are ugly, I thought. Put on some knee-hi socks and mum drove me all the way in Melton for IT 3/4.

I love the country and although it's secluded, it's peaceful. Maybe if I live here, no one will know my name. I would love to live in anonymity. I'm a very awkward person. Moody. Alone.

I would like to know what it feels like to be happy again.
3 more days, and a year is up.