Rosie Hardy
sometimes i feel so fragile but then laya or george or somebody will say something or do something. i’ll snap back into that zesty, not going to take no shit, let’s fucking live our lives mode. i don’t back down from arguments, i’m the first up, the last one to call it a day…for such a while now i’ve been pushing it hard, working it hard, playing it hard, generally doing it hard. it’s been so fucking liberating but now i think it’s starting to eat me up. from the inside i feel my fragility upsurge, i push it down. one of these days my laughs will turn hysterically manic, my smiles will just be forced, my lighthearted rebellious streak will turn into something worse…i don’t want that to happen. i’m sure enough of myself to know that i’m not a bad person, i’ve just let the wrong things take over my life.
i’m off to help my friend with his photography portfolio tonight. we’re trekking up to this huge pre-historic burial mound just outside the school’s grounds, it’s all about pagan rituals so i suspect there might be some bonfire too. he also mentioned nudity as a possibility so i’m just going to keep quiet about that one and hope we don’t have to get our kit off. (it’s not just me going by the way)
