I haven’t eaten in 45 hours and it feels amazing.
But I’ve made dinner.
So it’s okay (y)
and then i realised it was you all along you and i messed that up like i do most things. i need you so much and you don’t even realise and i dont know how to tell you.
but i’m sure i don’t need you at all and my brain is just clinging onto the only last shred of something i have of anything at the moment.
wish you’d invited me to join in there with you :(
now i’m just sat here confused and wanting this day to end.
i will never get over not going to that gig
and how that guy is behaving.
and why i slept from like 4am till 6pm.
So with 1 and a half, plus one of that, i am feeling worry free :) you pass my mind but then rihgt back out again. it is defo sims time i think.
why am i not diong work
i dont know how:( xxxx
i just really wanna be sat at the end of your bed, watching you both mix. :(
it’s weird how you miss the boring things when theyre gone
I’m sat here all frustrated because it’s getting late and I need to sleep, but before I sleep, I need to eat. Before I eat I need to wash up all my cutlery. Before I do that I want to put my clothes washing in and the people in the kitchen need to leave because I won’t go in if they are in there. .
And I can’t sleep without playing some boring game for like an hour and it’s going to get so late again and I’m getting anxious, so
I reckon I’ll do my clothes washing tomorrow late night.
But I still need the people in my kitchen to leave. (Flatmate and her boyf)
also, I can never have my blinds open because the people opposite me will see in and what if i’m looking at something that looks real sketchy out of context omg.
at least i know nobody’s using me for my looks
everyone around me has or is getting it all together, being an adult really.
i like when someone does their hair different to everyone else, but not for that reason.
and when people are so effortlessly unique without even knowing in many ways.
if you’d actually be polite and get to know me you’d realise i’m not after anything in that sense.
i just thought i’d made a friend.
should i bother with this again.
for once in my life i actually have too much to do!