breaking news from Priya's twitter:
Priya is currently stalking Taylor Swift and Cam Gigandet on Twitter.
its addictive, though I'm only allowed 140 characters.
micro-blogging, pah.
this weekend is looking to be very good, but you and I both know that the mirror might not be two-ways.
though I'm going to be spending it with Pam at Moreton's and Aunt Jenny's and we're going to end up not doing any work but tangled up in mattresses reading books about horses and Spain and girls who shouldn't be doing what they are doing.
I've been in a really weird mood recently and I don't know how to put it down but here it is anyway: I found that I'm not who I think I am or thought I was or will think I will be because I did something I thought I'd never do.
now they're outside singing happy birthday to some kid I don't know and don't care about.
here I want to be the girl I always am in my head, my homunculus, raven-haired beauty with dazzling eyes but the best I can get is an afro frizz with an over-eyelined stare; and that's not bad because it is who I am, just a different me.
I never tell you whats really in my head because its all a trick of the light;
please stop talking about how depressed you are.
I know you're all tortured on the inside.
but just stop it.
I cannot take how much you pity yourself-
STOP WRITING ABOUT IT.
kaythanks.
no I'm not depressed or will be again after the last time I'm just free with my words because they cost me nothing but they tax you like your income has no boundaries.
and we both know you have no limits anyway.
I would hate being you;
being me is hard enough.
and you are like everything I never had, you stay with me and you like me and I don't know why but you're my best friend and I want you to know that because you should know that there's a name for what you do.
lets keep it a secret between us but I like you too and you and you and you and though I might talk about you behind your back I only do it because you know I do it.
and you are everything I love about this place.
everything that I wanted from here I received, not in the way I had imagined as I stepped off the plane but Timbuctoo is too far away and you give me everything I'd asked for.
so let's put it this way;
I'll never leave you or betray you and though we will have to part after and we both know that that will be the end, you made a huge difference.
our similarities were never in the question.
I see you in the corner of my eye.
