I’m forever blowing bubbles…

August 25, 2009 Ella
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WEST HAM 3 – MILLWALL 1

Pretty bubbles in the air…

My eyeballs have pretty much been glued to this here computer screen. Why oh why I hear you scream out. West Ham vs Millwill I respond. There no competition really… Millwall rarely beats West Ham at home, and even if they were to, they’d probably boast to much and all get fucked up after the game… Just because we live in the proximity of the place, doesn’t mean we’re all Green Street hooligans – apart from when Millwall are around – we support local teams. The rival of the local team is our rival

He’s sitting there… Bobby Moore stand, oblivious to how much I’m worrying. He tends to get in fights that aren’t necessarily his to fight in… And this would be the perfect place for him. I just hope he’s with the fighter – not the lovers. I doubt he is though. The lovers are those he seems to have the closest bonds with… although he is close to a few, vaguely fit, fighters.

I just don’t want him to get himself hurt. It’s his birthday tomorrow and I already have a bombshell to drop. I’m not going to Thorpe Park with him and his boys. I just can’t. He began losing his temper a few weeks ago. You know, feeling comfortable enough around me, now, to let me see that he’s not amused – not even slightly. He asked me how I could be so normal? I was in a time of crisis and he just couldn’t understand how I could bust jokes and act normal. I simply told him this was one of our problems and me not being ”normal” and taking it all out on Tony (a lover, not a fighter) wouldn’t be fair. I feel that I will soon be using his own words against him. How can I be normal with that hanging over me… Fully aware of what Thursday symbolises… something I don’t want to do, but will, for him, but he won’t even be there cuz he’ll be too busy nursing his hangover from the night before. Obviosuly I cannot complain about that to the extent that I would LOVE to. It’s his 18th – I can’t windge. But… I can still throw a strop, still be emotional and still be me – ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS in EVERYTHING I DO …

Did I mention I’m slowly falling, dropping crahsing.. no? He doesn’t need to know that….

I’m forever blowing bubbles, Pretty bubbles in the air, They fly so high, They reach the sky, And like my dreams they fade and die, Fortunes always hiding, I’ve looked everywhere, I’m forever blowing bubbles… Pretty bubbles in the air…. LET’S GO FUCKING MENTAL! ♫

Smokeyy xo <3

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