diamonds on the floor

"I can't take no more, diamonds on the floor."

diamonds on the floor, thats been the story of the week.
it seems that everyone has been hit with nostalgia.
everyone at school, nostalgia and sickness.
the flu to be precise, my head is all stuffy, my nose and ears are blocked
and i sound somewhat manly, its excrutiating.

i cant waitt!! sydney soon, i cant wait to see the lovely faces that i have
only seen in photos for the past months, that seem to feel like years have passed.
all the faces of the kids from sydney, faces that were once so familiar to me and now have faded into defined blurs.
i use to see you everyday, and now i will only get the chance to see you every 2 or 3 months.
perhaps it will make the visits more meaningful and special, maybe i will notice all the little lines that make your faces, all the little parts of your personalities that have formed while i have been gone, or that were there, but i was to out of it to notice.
i will not take our new moments together for granted, i will enjoy every moment with the kids from sydney, i will cherish the moments.


i must sound like the biggest sap, but i never realised how hard it would be to actually leave sydney. i left all my friends, my family and seems like everything there.

t**** & w***, what am i going to do??
help.
please.

confusion is a bitch, men are confusing, therefore men are bitches.

i'd like to party every weekend. i'd like to put on a beautiful dress everyday. i'd like to wear heels every night. i'd like to be called beautiful at my worst. i'd like not to be judged. i want to be loved at every moment.

goodnight.