Journal Entry #1
New journal, bought this from bookstore at LAX airport. Straps are a bit pretentious and complicated, but I like em. I want to remember how lucky I am. I'm too lucky- always carrying around a silver spoon in my mouth.-- Now a spiffy tattoo
Songs to remember:
Kodaline - All I Want "All I want, take my body, all I nee-
Home- Edward + 0's (?)
Arctic Monkey's - Baby I'm yours Poor Alexa. She's got a good heart. *heart drawing*
Check out a Florence Welch song -- she was very drunk and very funny at party.
Bastille - they won a cool brit
Note to self: Need to get started on writing a song. ATTENTION! come on Harry I hope the world really likes 'Happily' because it's based on all the romantic movies I like ;)
*doodle of a musical note* ace paper, like second base --- I need to smile more. This made me laugh.
Journal Entry #2 + 3
Knock knock… Who’s there? Little old lady… Little old lady who?… Hey, I didn’t know you could yodel! -- everyone laughed at this one in Oakland. Killed it.
Knock Knock… Who’s there? Tank… Tank who? You’re welcome
Knock knock… Who’s there? Cash… Cash who? No thanks, but I’ll take a peanut if you have one. -- YES!
Knock knock… Who’s there? Claire… Claire who? Claire the way, I’m coming through!
Knock knock… Who’s there? Yeah… Yeah who? Easy there cowboy! -- This one made Niall laugh. Keep.
Knock knock… Who’s there? Nana… Nana who? Nana your business.
Knock knock… Who’s there? Oink oink… Oink oink who? Make up your mind, are you a pig or an owl?! GOLD
I know a great knock knock joke… Ok, tell me… All right. You start… Ok, knock knock… Who’s there? don't really get this one
Knock knock… Who’s there? Two knee… Two knee who? Two-knee fish!*
Knock knock… Who’s there? Knee? Knee who? Knee-d you even ask?*
Knock knock… Who’s there? Pete… Pete who? Pete-za delivery guy! --11283-13783 (Number of that poppy pepperoni pizza in LA)
*these, these, these are my knees geese also rhymes...does it?
Remember ripped jeans cracked screens to tell Grace-y jeans need patching by tomorrow...unless poking my finger through the hole that's in the middle is funny? --it's funny. Grace-y didn't think so, she told me to get new jeans and shove my bandana's up by a**. Still smiling, great gal
Remember plan of attack to save my hair from Lou and get a hug instead. -- didn't work. love Lou
"Uh oh you bite your friends like chocolate" - 'Chocolate - The 1975'
Journal Entry #4+5+6
Things I can't:
Planes are really shit. London is my home. I'm so tired...
Screaming.
Lights.
Photo shoots. I don't want to be captured
Shit, useless merchandise. We are not useless
Not meaning anything.
Famous.
I need to remember I'm lucky, I have more than I could ever need. I need something out of this world. Dave gave me a bible...he had really good theories about 'the self' and 'higher power and love'. I liked Dave a lot, good to get some tears out. I couldn't help but keep thinking of my kids in Ghana. I didn't need this kind of saving. They did, they do though. I like Dave. I'll remember him for a long time.
"Everyone must bear their cross." *cross drawing*
Things I can:
Love
Forgive
Steaks, shakes and pancakes -- then exercise
Be myself
Give
Be Funny
Stay together
Do things on my own that make me happy -- driving
Remember -- wore baker apron in MM music video. Only thing good about it.
Call Mum and Gem Gem a lot -- send flowers - IMPORTANT
Be thankful
Laugh
Be humble
Always make new friends, no matter what -- Ed, Nick, Cara, Olly, Alexa- lucky me
Kind
Sleep
Boots -- new boots are named Lucky so I can carry all my luck
Journal Entry #7 + Cover inscription: 'Please'
Please
(Memory 1: "Yeah Mum, course I love you. You better get some rest." I say, holding back tears, the ache I have in hearing her voice adding to my string of bad nights.
"Are you going to bed soon darling?" Mum says with a soft voice. It would have been 'like always' if it wasn't laced with a deeper mirror of his own ache.
"Mum." Is all I can manage, her weight was too much to bare.
"Oh Harry." She cries quietly. "I plead everyday you're okay."
Silent tears fall down my face and I sniff loudly. "I always remember to say please." I know my laughter is hollow, even the memory of my old bedtime stories about manners are unable to take away our weight.
"Gem was reading that the other day. We miss you, so please hurry up from that tour darling."
Memory 2: "Get off me!" I shout, shoving against Zayn, who despite his slimming frame doesn't budge.
I try not to see the understanding and pity in his eyes. "He's just trying to do his job Harry. I know what you're going through, I fucking do, but please-"
"Please get off me!" I demand. I couldn't hear it, not today.
"-please know it's alright." Zayn finishes, stopping me in my rage."
I need someone I can be.
Journal Entry #8
Louis and Zayn introduced me to y/n. My shirts and heart have been rumpled lately.
