I cleaned out my room today. Can you beleive it ( Read more... )

I met this really posh bloke who wants to take me out for dinner. Fuck. He even owns a suit. I've nick-named him Boris ( Read more... )

I'm enjoying being brunette. seventeen years of blonde, how lame-o ( Read more... )

Isn't it ironic how one's desire is to mantain the identical body shape of a teenage anorexic?

I'm a brunette now, by the way. I haven't been a brunette...well, ever.

1. I left home when I was barely sixteen. I went to a party one friday night and had sex with an older man in the toilet and then on my he-man quilt which he layed out on the living room floor ( Read more... )

the worst birthday of my life.

love, lolita.

please don't make me go to the hospital ever again.

www.fotolog.net/lolita_syndrome

I woke up at 6.30 am. I am not, not, not well. Looks like no London for me, but simply (as a friend of mine put it) - "a room made of curtains hanging from the ceiling ( Read more... )

What kind of hospital shuts at eight pm ( Read more... )

My pain is increasing at a worryingly fast pace. Fuck, I was so looking forward to hanging around.
Hospital, it's a frightening establishment, to say the least.