rawrr.
right right right.
lalalala. i feel like singing. i reallly dont know what to do.
i’m tired though now, but i think i’ll stay up till 11:11 cos i like making wishes (:
and i guess this is a blog.
i always tend to forget how much i actually love blogging because i can never be bothered to do it, but when i get the page up then i can never seem to stop typing, it’s slightly ridiculous to be honest because no one reads this anyway, but i guess it’s good to get everything out.
“i want to be mrs. nerimon, so we can build a little house with a lawn!” oh how i love youtube xD
hrmm, life eh? s’okay i guess, counselling is going okay. only had one session, and i’m not going to tell her everything; i’ll tell her enough so that she thinks i’m telling her eeverything if you get what i mean. i dared to check my weight for the first time in ages the other day i’m like 7.10 stone. >.< i dont know what to think of that if i’m honest with myself. i used to be 9stone. oh the confusion.
raaaawwrrrr ♥
mmm, acoustic music makes me drool. who doesn’t love it? and jon mclaughlin, oh how i love him.
‘i’m glad i never lived next to the water, so i could never get used to the beach, and i’m glad i never grew up on a mountain to figure out how high the world can reach; i love the miles between me and the city where i quietly imagine every street, and i’m glad i’m only picturing the moment, im glad she never fell in love with me’
^indiana; by jon mclaughlin.
oh oh oh; life is okay.
same old, perfect boyfriend, alright family, okay friends.
i’m going to alton towers next week though; that should be pretty emense.
yeah
To be quite honest the only thing getting me through these days is the false hope that things are going to be okay, that they’re going to get better
hrm.
sometimes people confuse me, sometimes they make me wonder and doubt myself.
i hate it when that happens, it makes me overthink things, over think everything to be completely honest.
and then i end up making very bad mistakes, but that isn’t going to happen this time, i’m not going to let it.
I hope to god now anyway.
ruining.
i’m ruining everything.
for everyone.
and i can’t stand it, i really can’t stand it.
they don’t need to worry, i’m fine!
ohsoso.
she doesn’t care that i’m destroying myself here, she only cares about what kind of shit she’ll get into if people find out.
well; thats nice of my own mother… :/
‘and she can’t help but scan the ‘calories’ part of whatever she eats, she mentally calculates up everything she consumes during the day and everyday it gets harder to resist the urge to shove her fingers down her throat… she knows she isnt fat, but she can’t help but think it. it’s going to far now but no matter how much she tries she can’t seem to stop; she needs to scream, she needs help’
