I haven't told anyone, but I'm absolutely terrified of tomorow. I remember the pain of having my other tooth pulled, now having to have my wisdom tooth extracted... the thought makes me feel so sick.
It's at about 11am... and I never want that time to come.
I keep telling myself that the sooner its done, the sooner I can stop being afraid of it; but I'm still so scared.
I haven't told anyone, mainly because I've been trying to psyche myself up for this, partly because I don't want to admit that I'm scared.
I don't want to make a fuss - cause that just makes things worse for everyone. Still, I can't stop the tears from coming when think about it.

I'm trying to look on the good side. When this is over, I can say - yeah, I went through with it. I faced my fear - but the whole "facing my fear" thing is still pretty damn daunting.
I keep meaning to tell someone, but I know the reaction I'll get. Either - don't be silly; or 'oh dear, there there, it'll be okay'... I don't want, or need, either of those. I just need someone to listen to my fears, pat me on the back and say, 'good luck'.
So, I've told myself my fears, patted myself on the shoulder (I can't really reach my back properly) and wished me luck. I'm sure everything will be fine. I just have to get through these next 24 hours... then the week of salt water mouth washes and lack of hot or cold food.... then the proding and poking to make sure its all gone....

Oh joy.


Well, there are worse things in this world.
This is just a little bump on the road... I just hope my stomach can stand the jolt.

Wishing you hope, luck, love and prosperity;

Blessed be
Lauren xx

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Yes, that's right, I'm a sad ass who can't use doors...

I've also tried pulling doors that said push - though I have yet to attempt to slam a revolving door!



Oh, and my new favourite picture for the day:

I feel so icky still - can have some more lemsipness in a mo though, thank the goddess!
I feel like shit.

I haven't done any homework either - which is bad.

Sasha's not spoken to me yet today - hope she's not coming down with this.
Carl seems distant lately - hope he's ok too.

Ugh, burning up again! :'(

I hate this - please, I don't want to be ill any more :(

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-Screeee--eeeee--ee-eeeeech-

Home ill.

So sick of being ill!!

Oh well, I'm sure it means I'll belike.... impervious to colds when I'm older. Hopefully.

*sigh*

Doing knitting at times... I'm that bored yeah.
Oh well...

If I die soon, it will be of boredom.



Love you all
xxLilandrixx

Random story introness... Dunno if it'll end up as the intro, or ending now... but hey...

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Foamy RULES!!

Gotsta love the Pillzewillzy...

I've had a pretty good day.
So why am I so low again?

It's really strange. It's as if I get home and I get nice and sleepy, and bam - the depression hits.
I can't tell why though. Maybe its my family, or this house. I know I thought it was this place at one point... more likely the negativity that poors out of my parents, and me...

I don't want to see anyone, but I feel the need to be with someone. Maybe Sasha... meh - I don't know.

I'd like to go see Arron... but I know how badly that would go aswell. I can't explain whats wrong. I think its my fault really. I get low, Arron's not around, I look for other people to comfort me. I can't seem to help it, which is bad - I want to have more self control. I don't want to look at other guys and think 'what if'... I don't want to wonder what a relationship with other people could be. I don't want to look at Carl like that, or think of Will in that way... but I do - and it shows. I'm sure it does.
I can't keep makeing the first move though.
If I felt like I was getting something back, something... maybe... maybe's don't matter though.
Everyone says I need to end it with him; and I mean everyone. My dad told me to send him a text saying "Welcome to dumpsvill, population you." It's not me though. I can't do that sort of thing, mostly because I still have feelings for him. I'm not ready to end it I guess.

I'd love to go surprise him today, but it would be just my luck that I'd make plans to go, and he'd be unavaliable. He's always busy. Too busy. Too busy for me atleast.
I just want to be held. Properly I mean... not in that mildly awkward friend way, or that loving family member way... properly, from a lover... that way that makes you feel wanted by someone who has no need to want you... I don't know how it's different, it just is.
I want Arron to hold me and tell me everything will be okay between us. I want to be able to believe him.

I might call him, see if he has plans tonight... then see if I can beg mum to take me there, or pick him up or... or... something.

I know it's silly to be so consumed by this, but it feels like I'm grasping at straws here. It's the fact that in a relationship we're supposed to be there for each other. I need him here for me, and I want to be there for him. I want to know what problems he's got... I want to sit together and just chat.
None of the stupid jokes, none of the Uncles, parents, or friends... just us. Talk about the stuff we've been meaning to say.

I guess I'm lonely.
There's just... something that can't be replaced by friends. No matter how nice, how loving, how sweet... they just don't fill that gap left by a lover.
Hmm, love...
I'm still undecided as to whether I love Arron... or if I can love him. He's not what I want... but what I want I've never found.
Well... maybe I have...

I have to go though. Stop rambling about rubbish. None of it really matters in the scheme of things; though I can see it means a lot to me.

So, I'll go do some homework, call my 'bf', and try to cheer up (little emo fish) xxx

Love you all
Lauren xxx

Korn...

Now, imagine you've never heard or seen this band. What is your first thought?

"God these people can't spell...."

"Who wants to listen to corn anyway?"

"What kind of hillbilly sings about corn, and can't spell ... ?"


Not really the effect they were going for I assume.


Though, as one of the dirtier minded of my friends has pointed out, "P and K are kind of close on the keyboard."

Still not what the band meant - I'm sure.

Low again.

Not on here much... forgive me.

Refusing to take my medication.

Lonely. Always lonely.

Angel - dedicated to William, our Angel

Been through silence, been through tears;
Always wishing you were here.
We're all missing you my dear;
Though you've left us, we know you're still here.

And though we may stay up all night,
Seeking comfort from the light,
We know everythings really alright...
Though you've left use, we know you're here

Angel,
Our sweet angel
You're an angel, my friend
And you know we're missing you
Angel,
You're our angel
You're with angels now...
Forever in our hearts Angel...

I thank God that you're not in pain.
Or being slowly driven insane;
And maybe we'll see you again
Forever in our hearts...

Angel,
Our sweet angel
You're an angel, my friend
And you know we're missing you...
Angel,
You're our angel
Yes you're with angels now...
Forever in our hearts Angel

Been through silence, been through tears;
'Cause we're wishing you were here....

We still stay up late at night,
Gazing softly at the light,
Hoping you're here by our sides...

Oh Angel,
Our sweet Angel,
You're an angel, my friend,
And you know we're missing you
Angel.
You're our angel,
Yes you're with angels now...
Forever in our hearts angel...

I wish I could honestly say I know what love is.. but I really don't.
I use the word, and feel... so much... but - I just don't know what love is.
Is it lust and trust and all that? Or is it wanting to spend your life with someone?
Is it wanting someone despite their imperfections... or because of them?

I'm ending with Arron... just have to speak to him... and have the guts to let him hurt.
Thats one of my problems, I hate hurting people.
But it really does not work between us.
Plus... there's kinda someone else...

I don't know how to handle relationships. Thats always been one of my problems.
I know how to give someone love, and (now) how to detect when I'm not getting it back... but... what do I really know about love? Or relationships?

*bah, i give up*

Wrote you a song today Will.
I didn't mean for it to come out so corny and sad sounding. My music is always like that though, so ...
Thinking of getting it recorded... but it still feels strange that you're gone.
I feel like there's something I should have done... presumptious of me to think I could have made a difference where your closest friends couldn't. I guess I just wish I'd tried... something.
Alice and... well, everyone... said that you didn't want help. You wanted to do it yourself... but part of me feels like you'd convinced yourself you were going to die anyway. I find myself wondering if it's what you wanted.
I don't even know how I feel about that... but I really hope you're ok, happy, free... I hope our pain hasn't caught you... or hurt you... we just miss you is all.
I'm sure we'll all get to meet you when we finaly pass ourselves... I hope I do get to meet you... not really sure why... just feel like I should have... or that I was meant to know you...I'm not really sure.
Anyway, I'm gonna go talk to some other people hun.
Hope you're ok xxx

GOD DAMNIT!! I just wanna slam these people into a fucking wall!!

They keep complaining about girl troubles - and i mean... come on... they're barely problems they're complaining about...
I just wanna fucking scream at them!

Don't they realise one of the worlds nicest people has just died??

Damnit - why is it the world becomes so petty when a person you know dies?

Empty again.

It seems like I can cry so hard, laugh till my jaw hurts, but not feel anything properly. All I want to do is cry, and I'm sick of only ever talking about myself.
Not just in this diary... that's what you're supposed to do in a diary... but, in general conversation, it's always "I", "me" blah blah blah, all the time. I don't even realise I'm doing it half the time.
I don't wanna be like that.

I don't understand how I can be missing Will so much either?
It's not like I knew him very well... that guy can really touch people... could really touch people...

Half of me thinks he wanted to stop fighting. I don't know. Guess I never will. Guess no one really will.
It's so different from when Georgina died. That was such a shock, it took forever for the hurt to sink in. With Will having been... the tears were so sudden, and wouldn't stop...
I can tell with his close friends that they're still at that numb point, where you can't mourn, can't accept, can't understand any of it. That point where you keep expecting them to walk in and be ok; like the doctors were wrong, or they meant someone else... it's all just some mix up...
It's so hard to see them going through that, and not be able to help... because nothing does help.

Can't concentrate on this essay to save my life lol.

I think of you and smile
As the tears touch my cheeks.
Their warmth is somehow
comforting, like your touch.
The emptiness isn't really empty,
because your still there,
Still making me smile,
Still making me cry.
You promised to always be there,
And you never brake a promise.
Now you're not just Angel,
You're our gaurdian angel...

I'm considering painting a target on my heart, that way, when people try and break it, they can get it in one clean shot, rather than chipping it away slowly.