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My mum's giving our dog away to her fucking ex. I can't do a fucking thing about it because I live miles away. If I wasn't in school, if I had my own house, if I had a job, I'd be able to look after him. Anything but giving him away to that piece-of-shit, waste of space smack head ( Read more... )

I'm slightly excited by this new journal. I feel like I can be completely anonymous. It's better.

I'm horrifically hung over and need to eat some fruit.

Steps to sort my life out:
1. write more often
2. produce more art
3. think about nice things, as well as bad things. Balance it out.
4. build up my crumbled confidence
5. become a good musician (practice ( Read more... )