So Ollie is off at Glastonbury now, my friends are in London, some in particular are seeing Interpol (cry, cry) I'm at home on the internet taking pictures of my particularly co-ordinated self. BORING.
I'm making a vow not to ever fall in love again. I'm not leaving my home unless it's a necessity. I'm not talking, I'm not caring, I'm not living. I hate what I do, what I am, what you are to me.