so i write stories.

my grammer is poor,
my typing and texting is shocking.
but i love to write, it is always fun i create characters and narratives and more often then not they are built entirely on people in my real life.
i have debated posting it on here but no one would read it but i have two books on the go.

light hearted
a book about angels and demons that fought for many battles.

my second book focuses on dating and more particularly mydating history.

if you want to read them your more the welcome too.

just message me on here.

well i do

My ex has moved on, my life is quiet as anything but then last night i threw a party, what this meant was a group of my closest friends all having a lot to drink and most interestingly, hanging out (we all were in the hottub and at one point i'm pretty sure i saw a friends testicles)
anyway, there was one girl there, shes smart funny sweet and beautiful, and people tried to convince me to go for it.
to go for it is the expression used as a suggestion in attempting to pull/bang a girl.
what this does mean however is me trying to be a chraming sexy beauty of a man.
so as you can see i didnt do it.

i struggle to understand how girls and guys behave. my ex since we broke up (as rumours inform me) has been with at least three guys.
girls can do whatever they would like to do, if i had done this or if anyguy in my circumstances had done it they would be socially shunned discommunicated and on the whole, hated.

so what can i do about that?
i'm stuck at doing the right thing, i cant be the only one who begins to feel that the right thing to do, gets me periodically and ulitmately screwed.

I'm going to the pub later, my ex and her possible new fella will be there, what am i going to do later?

whatever the right thing i guess.

what who when why how

what are you?
your officially my third oldest friend in my daily life.
your a flirt
your a tease
your a goon, fool and a pain.
but your mine.
Who are you?
your the girl from new girl
your the girl from 500 days of summer
your the girl who got shot after her exam because her boyfriend wwas a homoerotic boyfriend.
your the girl from purgertory
your the girl with the blue trombone
your my girl.
when are you?
your in my french lesson and then my drama lesson.
your sat in the library teaching me about your blog.
your in my room for a whole weekend.
your frighting me in texts for months.
your out of my life for 6 months
your in the train station when i call you to apoligise.
your the girl in spain
san fransico
london
why are you?
still with me?
not with me now?
wonderful?
Perfect?
how am i suppose to survive such long periods of time if your not around.
your my thrid oldest friend
and i'm sure you'll work your way to the front.

thats always the way with you.

Your Cissy <3>

broken hearted

it sucks

i have nothing else to say on the matter