"Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city where everybody drew whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a party where everyone was invited, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - it's wet. “ - Banksy

it was bloody cold.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

"Where are we? What the hell is going on?"

Why is everything so shitty? The last half of this year has been the worst of my life. So much has happened and I don't know how to cope with it. My granddad just died, and nana has been diagnosed with cancer and is staying with us over Christmas while she has radiation treatment. I don't know what to expect, and how it's going to affect her. Then all the other stuff, like school and friends and guys. All the nice cliches there. Did everything really have to happen all at once? At least I had an awesome time at the zoo with Alex.

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