may the games begin.

face it, the friendship part is real. but so is the competition. this never ending battle behind closed doors, each one glossing their hair in earnest, trying to out gloss the other. you're perfection, you are the stars whereas i am the dirt beneath your heels. well i will not lose, i shall not go down without a fight. friendship is fair, you are my queen. but i will not play joker forever, it may be a battle of self control with myself, but i shall win. i will not be outfoxed by someone who hoestly thinks they can beat me. truth is, i never lose.

18/14/10

after a while, my monotone rambling about life and death becomes passe, or similar to that of a broken cassete or muffled headphones. for a fresher, more upbeat perspective on a much more interesting subject, i created a fashion blog.
www.fashionforcherie.blogspot.com
it's new, a little tarnished- although not due to time nor effort, and my commentary is still persistent throughout, but for those of you who are brave enough to soldier on into the world of kell, follow me.

For those seeking the more sophisticated side of me, here is my fashion blog. created recently, so not overflowing with brilliance as of yet, but in the process. love it or leave it.
www.fashionforcherie.blogspot.com

kudos xoxo

wolves play a different game altogether

velvet skies torn down and replaced with black lace, contaminated innocence disguised in white dresses; as pure as the driven mud. dark thoughts sit on the edge of everyday reason, inching us slowly towards the perimeter of our thoughts, towards those last resorts we once thought would never be necessary. the star studded skies cradled in their glory are now simply millions of reminders, brought home by the fact that once upon a time you wished you could be were you are now. and the crushing realisation that childhood dreams are one thing, and reality is suprisingly another. well the dust and dirt tastes almost as bad as what you think of me now, the trail i left behind, something for you to see each day and feel the agonising heat of each word i spat at you. the words that burned into your skin, sinking through your flesh and mixing in with the blood that circles your precious little heart.

the feeling of nothing, the absense of hatred, the absense of love. well they were gone from me, and i missed them dearly. i wanted to be able to reach outside of my golden box where i was everything i wanted and nothing else stood in my way, i wanted to reach outside that box and take the feelings that were destined to be mine. pity i didnt take self control. because i have those feelings now. but the world tipped on its side, the spinning is beginning to make my stomach churn. the signs

actually i dont know why im trying to make what i have to say sound any better than it is. im a hundred percent evil and going to hell. the end.

well id like it back. i want to go back and make myself care. its not a decision that you can make for me. when you could, you didnt. so now i have to sit here and contemplate the fact that the fairytale life seductively calling from the pages of nylon and vogue are nothing more than dreams. pathetic dreams, likened to that of a lowly schoolgirl consumed in befriending the higher class inhabiting the playground. well im not after joining any clubs, im not about to sell my sell for shoes and perfume- but it would be nice to have the choice, you know?