January 2011
4 posts
December 2010
49 posts
Day 10:
i lied to jade when i said “I NEVER LIE!” woops
Day 9:
leaving school and never seeing my ladies again
Day 8:
well it was interesting:
we played a drinking game but me and jade were banned so i did it on the stairs on my own while jade sat on a sofa
then i put post-it notes on things saying “shirt” “TV”
then i jumped up and down in the garden so i could talk to his neighbours who were having a party themselves
then we walked home in the snow and i sat on the road asking jade to...
Day 7:
is this question some kind of sick joke? i could go on for days
i hate-
my freckles, how much weight i’ve put on, my lack of cheekbone definition, my nose, my hair, my hair colour, my arms, my fat legs, my big feet, my mouth, my eye colour, my shitty eyelashes, my teeth, my voice, i wont bore you ima stop now.
i love-
Day 6:
i would undoubtedly give the majority of the money to my mum, simply because the recent shitty situation has left her so miserable, i just want her to be able to go back to buying ridiculously expensive champagne and clothes without thinking twice then i would give a large sum to my dad and my step fam, simply because he would spend it in the most lovely ways ever, and i could finally go on a...
Day 5:
when i’m alone i think. I know it isn’t considered ‘weird’ but i can sit for hours and just think about how much i’ve fucked up and how it’s too late to change it, i think about happy memories and instead of smiling i just want to cry because i want those times back so much, i think about all the people that make my life special and how lucky i am to have them,...
“if I dissappear for years and reappear would my natural intuition still be...”
– devlin the babe
Day 4:
realising who my real friends are, the ones that know exactly what i’m going through and they give me advice and kind words that make me wanner cry, because i know they’re right and deep down i dont want to admit it to myself.
Day 3:
boys-
they say one thing, and mean the complete opposite
they don’t appreciate compliments
all the good looking nice ones are taken, or gay
they know when they’re good looking, and act as if no girl is good enough for them, sending our self esteem crashing down
they make you feel special, this fucks me off because the entire time they’re calling you “perfect”...
i believe that fate has brought us here and we should be together but we’re not, I play it off but I’m dreamin of you.
“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the...”
– John Lennon
Day 2:
well today my mum said “you look like a mix of cher lloyd and frankie sandford”
wish i did, bless my legend of a mother<3
“i love you beautiful” what more could a girl ever wanna hear?
Day 1:
to name him would be major ‘cornflakes’ but my ladies know who he is. The word like can be very misleading, i mean i like dance but sometimes it makes me out of breath, you get meh? dont worry, i’m not sure either;) What i mean is, i tell everyone that i dont like him, that when he calls me “gorgeous” or “perfect” i feel no excitement at all, that i can...
i wanner change the way i look, i want blonde hair, i want to be really really skinny, i want a tan, i want perfectly defined cheekbones, i want longer eyelashes, i want nicer clothes, i want a beautiful smile, i want to get rid of my freckles, i want bigger boobs, i want smaller feet, i want my braces to look as amazing as they do on those perfect girls, i want someone to say “good morning...
