I don't actually know if anybody has read my blog, it's an odd feeling to know that people around the world could be reading this, they probably aren't and I am just being fanciful.
Sitting here, cigarette in hand and with a carton of orange juice to boot I am left to ponder the universe.
I don't know if others share a similar train of thought, but my mind seems to be drifting to love.
L.O.V.E; some of the most powerful letters in the world when strung together (similar ones could be L.O.A.T.H.I.N.G or G.E.N.O.C.I.D.E). Love is possibly the nicer of the three though. I don't know whether I like being in love. It is so much hassle. It is always pulling you in about seventy different directions and it seems to lead me to anger and jealousy. I have no idea how something that is deemed as so nice, appears to spark those emotions. Surely that is not the idea. But as it happens, love does that to me.
The reliance on one person scares me to be perfectly honest. If I trust then they hurt, I have to run again and who needs that right?
Then again, maybe it's nice to have somebody there to be with, look after you. I don't know. I'm not going to knock the fact that I am in that place. I like it. At least most of the time and I don't know what I would do without that person.
I wished my life had something more interesting to write to you about my anonymous viewers, if you do view that is.
Perhaps i'm becoming a pseudo cynic, I think i'm beginning to get the fully fledged symptoms of the disease.
Mmm, rambling and i'm beginning to twitch.
Maybe I should sleep. Maybe not. Who knows?
Photograph of the day:
Agyness Deyn with dark hair. There is something so unholy about that.
Yours sincerely,
The Secret Goldfish.
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