I slipped silently along the corridors, a seemingly impossible task when wearing stiletto heels, and bee-lined for my target. I approached the great baboon, sitting there like a sack of potatoes in a fluorescent yellow shirt, with his wife, who resembled more of an unfortunate man, sitting like a puppet by his side. As I cornered in on the despicable duo I centred my attention on the seemingly endless coil of fat wrapped around my fathers neck and shuddered at the knowledge that those genes are sitting in my body, waiting to attack at middle age.
He glanced at me nervously, a fact I revelled in, knowing that at 16 my biological father
Current Residence: Australia Favourite genre of music: Inspirational Favourite photographer: anyone who can capture the gaps we miss in life Favourite style of art: Sketching, black and white with one specific colour photography MP3 player of choice: I-pod classic 80GB Favourite cartoon character: piglet Personal Quote: Those who say sunshine brings happiness have never danced in the rain
Dear Journal,
Oh how the time can change, taking with it all sense of self and what was once thought to be pure truth and consciousness. It is only now that i realize how different a twist of fate can be. Never again shall i fall into the pit of despair that tore through me only months ago.
Once upon a time there was a girl.
Things changed.
She never understood why.
But it didn't matter.
Cause she was in love.
The end.
Of a load of bullshit.
i hate it, i hate it, i hate it!
Happy endings can never be that happy can they?