Whacking on some Placebo, singing along at the top of your voice, reading feel good mags like Cosmopolitan and Grazia, starting a new college course, being told by virtually a whole pub of people that you're gorgeous and can do better, realising that things will change soon, washing your hair, painting your nails, shaving your legs, booking a ( Read more... )

Im getting so fucking frustrated with not being able to write and not even wanting to write. I do and i dont. I jus know ive got this course looming, and everyones gunna be superstars with a pen n paper. I remember when i used to feel clever, then when i started giving up, smoking weed and not giving a fuck...i fell ( Read more... )

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people are fucking insane.
physco fuckin jealous bitch.

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The excitement that comes with summer and vitamin D and socialisation and long evenings and happiness and too many glasses of rosa wine is getting a little bit too much to handle. I just wanna jump up and down, make my body all over toned, step out in an itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikini and get fucked ( Read more... )

I wanna rip someones fucking throat out. Ollie's sayin he doesnt wanna be my friend anymore. I havent done a fucking thing wrong, and im being made to feel like the evilest witch alive. I can't imagine him not bein in my life. I dunno what hes tryin to achieve, but if its to make me wanna curl up and dcry by myself for four hours, then hes achieved ( Read more... )

I find myself thinkin about Aaron a little bit too much lately. I really fucking miss him sometimes. I guess there's a thin line between love and hate ( Read more... )

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Running in the rain is stupidly theraputic ( Read more... )