ignorance is your new best friend.

well, you treat me just like another stranger, well, it's nice to meet you, sir, well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out. next time you point a finger, i'll point you to the mirror. that's what you get when you let your heart win. we're taking shortcuts and resolutions. i've always lived like this.

could someone give me a definition of happiness? i can't seem to find one.

no, i'm not alright. i'm never alright. i wish no-one read this, because now i'm going to get loads of people asking how i am. so please, take the hint and don't (; there's this thing. it's called cd. well it's not, but that's my codeword for it. cd is isobel. isobel wears a mask called izzie/iz fiz/icky/ect. and me? i'm somewhere in between. ignorance is my best friend; ignorance is bliss. the more i lose of it, the more i realize.

coffee number five...
***: (asks me if i like him, says something so sweet it nearly makes me cry.)
Izzie: you're so sweet. it's stuff like that which makes me think i do like you. then i think, well, i'd feel like i was cheating on some cunt who wishes i was dead.
***: difficult boy?
coffee isn't good for me. it makes me feel weird. i'm kidding myself - i haven't given up. but i need to. grr. i can't describe what's going through my head atm, because i understand absolutely none of it. tomorrow's not the day i'll wake up without swollen eyes and tear stains on my pillow.