would have those jeans OFF. yeah.
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amazing crap: If you don't have an interest in anything I'm interested in you might as well not be here.
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writing here makes me feel significantly better. I think because I don’t have anyone to talk to, talking to myself actually calms me down.
I woke up at 7am, and was on a train by 9am this morning. I got off the train home at roughly 9pm. I’m not complaining. I work hard. and on a good day rate.
13 days ago, I was kindly invited to stay at my girlfriends house and attend a party so I could drink. like many things, I ruined this - and the opportunity to ever do it again.
before I explain why, I just want to say - I met my girlfriend at reading 2010. that was august, about 7 months ago. I googled when the honeymoon period is over and, shit..
she’s 17. she’s immature. I’m sulking because she wants the drama, the fuss, the longivity of the row. so what I drank a little bit too much. or yelled a little. it’s meant to be a relationship.
YOU walked off.
YOU woke your parents.
YOU wouldn’t let me sleep in my car (hell, get me in it then take the keys if you’re ‘scared I might drive.’
YOU left me alone.
YOU had your lovely chat with the Beatles prick.
YOU only considered YOURSELF.
and YOUR DRAGGING THIS OUT.
I love self centred people
ouch
the worst week ever
you haven’t even made an effort. this is meant to be up now, 7 days of hell.
if it were me, and this were reverse, I’d be dying to call. I’d want to tell you about my time, and discuss how we’re going to keep in contact.
AIM is the equivalent to whatsapp for fuck sake and I’m carrying my iPad around like it’s my phone in hope to hear something.
didn’t have reception. that’s right. couldn’t keep you away from tumblr though huh?
this has made me take such a good hard look at this. this isn’t working. who’re we kidding?
I keep telling myself. if you wanted to talk, you’d of found a way. so - you don’t want to talk. that confirms you don’t want this, and last time I checked I was a part of it.
totes forgot
okay so yeah I forgot I had this. I bought an ipad, so I feel hip and that I really ought to blog. I kick started my twitter too.
I’m so dang cliché.
legal herbal highs? yeah. there.
the cake was a 9/10. no plates lost it a point, sorry bffs. x
