have you ever felt so happy with someone that you just wont to spend every moment of every day with that person?
well i have felt tht way and i love tht person very much, but some days i find it hard to shune, she is there brightening up my day but i cant shine so i feel tht im not doing my bit to brighten up her day.

have you ever loved someone so much u would do anything to make them happy and to be with them for ever and allways?
i have but there are things in life stopping me, problems tht no one other than your self can take the blame for.

the word love is laten it translates "die for" but have u ever felt love have u ever felt tht u would give your life for someone well yes i have but no matter how u feel how do you know if the person trutherly feels the same way? even if u ask them they could lie to u are they could think they do but not reali, see wot i mean, i love my gf but my depression is stopping me from being happy, i wish so very much i could be happy and do my job and make my gf the happyest girl alive!

Kat if you are reading this i love you i reali do and please dont let any of this blog change the way u feel for me plz plz plz! i love you with all my heart and i allways allways will thats not a thret its a promise babe xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

its not allways my fult
you'v got half this blame
this anger will subside
its only me tht died
your friends will say it clear
your killing off this year
come and join me now
coz i know you'll be proud

i wonna make u see tht i love you
dont cry this to night coz i love you and i allways will
so dont thow this away

dont leave me hangin here
just see me thue this year i willnt be round for long
and i willnt say you were wrong

but please come and join me now
coz i know you'll be proud
i wonna make you see tht i love you
dont cry this to night coz i love you and i allways will
so dont thow this away

i wonna make u see tht i love you
dont cry this to night coz i love you and i allways will
so dont thow this away dont throw this away away away.... (til fade out)

PATRICK'S STORY (by beth):

He walked down the dark dingy alley. Water vapour rose out of the drain. It hissed as it escaped. He breathed heavily. His breath’s got shorter and shorter. The world around began to move again. He could hear his heart in his ears. He stopped to catch his breath. He was too stubborn to stop. He straightened up and walked a few more paces. His winter coat swished around his ankles. He tried not to look at the corners of his coat that he could see swishing at his ankles, just the end of the alley.
It smelt strange. The world span more quickly. His heart grew faster. His walking slowed down. And his breathing was now nearly non existent but still he tried to carry on ahead. The world went black. He could hear his heart banging in his ears. But nothing else.
He was in his own world again. He saw a bright light. Just as always. He was in his room that he had been in as a child. His bed in the middle, the train set on the floor.
But there was something new in the room. His parents blood was splattered up the wall. There bodies lay against the wall. Their blood washed up the wall as they had slid down. The knife still in their chests. They lay peacefully, more peacefully than he had ever seen either of them.
He saw the black clothed man. The black clothed man looked into the corner. He looked in the direction. Their in the corner he saw himself sitting. The young child’s eyes were looking at the bodies of his parents. The Black clothed man just looked at the child and then walked out of the room closing the door behind him.
He could feel a dripping sensation on his body. He rolled slowly over. He could no longer hear his heart beating in his ear. It was slowly raining. He looked up all he could see was the block of flats on either side and the dark sky.
He stood up. His watch was missing. He didn’t bother looking on the ground to see if it had fallen off. He was in the old business district. Here no one had a job. It had thrived until they had built a new one. But if you wanted to hire some one cheaply it was good.
He started walking to the mouth of the alley. He was on a main road. It ran through the old business district all the way to the new one. He followed it up for a stretch. Until he saw a cab coming down the other way. He whistled loudly and the cab pulled over. He quickly got in out of the rain. He sat in and the driver looked at him.
He saw himself in the rear-view mirror. He looked like a tramp. His hair lay over his eyes. And his coat was drenched threw. His suit had been black and white it was now black and grey where the black dye had started to run into the white t-shirt.
He was taken to his big office block. He walked up the steps to his big glass office block. From here he managed his businesses, they were mainly dark-web records, dark-web clothing and fixing computers.
He told the cab driver to get the money from the receptionist.
He took his private elevator up to his office. It played the music which they were about to release in. He listened intently. He looked carefully in the mirror. He saw that his lips were blue but were getting more pink by the moment. His hair hang, drooped over his eyes. He carefully brushed it into place. It didn’t stay where it was meant to be but it didn’t fall back across his eyes. It had to do till he got in his office.
The music stopped and the lift carefully stopped. He stepped into the reception for his office. He glanced at the clock that hung above his blonde receptionists head, half eleven exactly. He had missed an important client meeting. He would have to fit it in later.
His blonde receptionist looked up at him. She walked into the opposite his big grand office. This office was smaller and more homely. The sofa was old and worn, and family pictures hung on the walls crooked. There was a wardrobe at the end next to the fire place.
The receptionist pulled out a spare suit for him and handed it too him as she left th