February 2012
9 posts
“a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where...”
– e.e.cummings (via lavandula)
I had a dream about Disney land. I wish I could really go.
Stupid bitch.
I wish people would stop making things so much harder for themselves.
You're never gonna forget me.
Apparently...
I need to stop posting so much negative stuff on my Facebook. Maybe if people didn’t make me feel like a piece of shit constantly it wouldn’t happen, and I wouldn’t use Facebook to rant and say what I’m thinking, would I? I already know I’m not good enough for anything. Sometimes people make me feel worse when I don’t do anything wrong.
I wish I could stay here.
January 2012
38 posts
You’re everywhere.
maybe it will be better when i ain’t so fat.
disconnecting my tumblr from facebook..
is probably a good idea.
...
actually feel like shit, i just want to cry.
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“will things have changed? i guess i’ll find out in seventeen days.”
not really sure what you’re trying to do but you can stop it now. i don’t know why you have to make things this difficult. please just stop it.
feeling pretty awful to be honest. sitting in my bed, ill as ever. and i probably wont hear from the one person i want to get a text from all night. looks like tumblr and lurking on facebook tonight. i don’t want to be ill anymore, stupid runny nose. i need to be looked after.
take me to disneyland.
all the songs on the work cd are either shit, or remind me of another time. so all in all, i hate it.
Hoping my phone will ring. Ugh.
no sleep
hardly slept last night, probably due to all the coffee i drank, oops. i managed to get one dream in though :) today i feel unwell, so i feel like being a lazybones. also, i woke up at 8 30 thinking i was late for work so i jumped out of bed and started getting dressed then realised its my day off. silly brain. going to make some tea and watch crappy documentaries downstairs i think. not...
today i ate some flying saucers and had 4 cans of sprite zero, 3 cups of coffee and 4 cups of tea. time to die in my bed feeling guilty and helpless, yay.
“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone...”
i’m sorry it wasn’t perfect.
December 2011
10 posts
#tellmeasecret
I want to go to the seaside even though it’s freezing, and steal chicken from your plate and be impulsive and reckless, yep.
