...i am a trinity, i am a ghost...

It must be something in the air [something we haven't said]. It's a rainbow of moods, but with so many strong colours that mixing us all together just makes a dirty brown. He's blue, she's pink like her rain coat, and I'm green: with flu, with envy, with dizziness over dodgeball on a Saturday approaching and a boy.

I think I am going to stay in tonight - I'm afraid of clashing.


The only thing that has been bringing me back home every few days is the fear that soon I really will be forgotten entirely. When I realise that the uncomfortable, awkward sensation that settles over me here is invisibility, I'm sure I'll stop even that. The only thing worse than realising you no longer belong, is seeing you are no longer relevent.