Strawberries.

Such pretty words and I'm wishing that this was a story book. Alienation comes in a saddening form, the differing constructions of our teenage angst. I want friends that are going to be my friends for the rest of my life. The kind of group that makes other people so jealous because you're all wrapped up in your own little world. I miss what I lost three years ago because I've always had too loose a grip on things. 


We pass in the corridors but he doesn't stop and I miss not missing kissing too much. 


I painted my nails different colours today, they're green and yellow and silver and red and black. They make me feel pretty. I want to be carelessly carefree but people just laugh and look down when I'm different, malicious and barbed. I miss the days when we were always happy. 


My ex was on the train today but I freaked out when the greengrocer didn't stock strawberries. It was heartbreaking. 


I think that maybe, I'll buy a corset with all of the pennies I'm going to save. A lot of pennies, I think. 


I don't feel happy.