My · youth · is · slipping · away.

Playing the game. Nothing unique, they all look the same. In this sea of mediocrity, i can be anything. Anything i want to be. Watch me closely..
I will stand up, now. Rise above.

I got an A in my Media Studies A level.
xox

I'll burn all the lives of this angel illuminati
When St. Michael sized means find an end to justify, a belief to fortify this stained glass disgrace. Too beautiful to change or perhaps too scared? The truth behind our lives will be erased. Cut the sinner, bleed redemption through the city streets. Someone plunged a dagger deep into God's chest and when he groaned it laid our entire civilization to rest. And this is when i forget to breathe in all the things i scripted. And the look that you're giving me, it tells me exactly what you are thinking. "This ain't working anymore." Remember, you're not the only one whos had to make sacrifices. Time wont heal shit, you messed things up this time. Ooh, what a fucking shame. I washed away these few last tears for nothing. I'm in a constant state of getting cut, so why dont i feel anything? This is a violation. Maybe i just forgot what it felt like. So now that your whole world has gone up into flames, this night is still never ending, do you feel safe? Seems everything went wrong. We were discovered. This is how the story goes; i do believe it’s true, that there are roads left in both of our shoes. If the silence takes you, then I hope it takes me too. So brown eyes I hold you near, cause you’re the only song I want to hear. A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere. I cannot guess what we'll discover, we'll turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels. But I know our filthy hands can wash one anothers, and not one speck will remain. 'Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station, where I send my thoughts to far off destinations.
So they may have a chance of finding a place where they’re far more suited than here.

The title of my blog is from a song by Alexisonfire. Boiled Frogs, incase you're interested.

I liked it because it quite accurately reflects all of us.

This seasons growing cold, i feel that this could be the end. And theres no sign of hope, we've got a crisis on our hands..

I'll try to keep this as short as i can, as i will with all of my posts.
Basically, i am Zoe.

I'm seventeen years old and i live just outside of Cambridgeshire.
Sometimes i run away with my thoughts and i end up in a completely different world from the one i started in.
Alexisonfire can cause an emotion in me that no one else can.

I don't believe in bitchiness because its a waste of time.
Saying this, if someones bitching about me, ill stand up for myself.

I like Banksy a lot and im quite facinated by graffiti.
I believe everything is down to fate, and i know that i cant stop fate from hitting me square in the face. Im ready to accept everything fate throws at me in my life.

After all, i cant control my own life, it is all down to fate.
Thats all for now.
Zoeonfire xox