What a dormant little chipmunk I've been. Away away I go to the Land of Leeds tomorrow ( Read more... )

Laura, it' a revelation. A really sad one.

With never before seen title sequence!

The result of Laura and me messing about. Expect more.

You are Lord Voldemort


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Well, I'm on the phone to David, and he's reading all my posts but is dissatisfied with the lack of entries about him ( Read more... )

Well, I have an assessed test (worth 7.5% or something bizarre) and I feel like living death I'm so bloody tired. So I thought...hmmm, I know, I'll have a power nap. Can I sleep? NO! It's too nasty outside, I can hear rain, I feel humid, so my overtired body and mind will have to make do with a strong black coffee, a shower and a viscount biscuit ( Read more... )

When you had to go I couldn't sleep for ages. Still can't ( Read more... )

Embaressed, and vastly less suicidal.

“I’ve always loved that brain of yours,” Jack said, patting her bum again.

“That’s not my brain,”

I miss David. He'd say something like that. Or just grab my bum. I think 3 weeks is too damn long. IT'S TORTURE!

I'm such a fucking loser. There's absolutely nothing wrong with me. Why am I so tired? Why do I feel so ill all the fucking time, and why do I wake up every morning and cough up blood?

And how could I go from happy to life-hatingly depressed? In half an hour.

I hate myself. If I met me I'd shoot me for being such a fucking miserable ugly bitch.