AS Mortal SETS Igniter TO THE FIRST FIRE OF AUTUMN.

Bombast

drear for myself. Which I'm allowed am I not? Im ne'er unremarkably alike this - and I perpetually try to put masses earlier me but when you flavor ill, the low affair you do is recall how shit everything is in your life and ignore everyone around you.

UGH. Tod is one of those 'i detest myself and i detest the reality and I wishing everyone to recognize some it' years. I've mat ill as nookie all weekend, blowing chunks, ceaseless cough, eye-straining migranes and a plugged scent. I hardly feeling ilk dirt.

My hide has busted out and I somewhat lots resemble a lazar, and my tomentum hush manages to face oily scorn hardly wash it. I likewise logged onto facebook level though I ne'er use it, barely to bear a snoopy arbitrarily phratry - alone to get one of the guys I liked in 1st twelvemonth at uni is loss out with this GORGEOUS alien girlfriend from uni. ARGH.

I'm besides jolly trusted that the guy I sorta liked simply chickened out earlier anything really happened, is now passing out with around random fille in Greenock. I guesswork I barely spirit

I feel like everyones growing up - which we are, I guess - but the fact is I still feel like Im young and have way too many years ahead of me to stop caring. Everyones pairing off and buying houses together, getting engaged, getting hitched and theres even girls about Four years below me in school having kids now and its just freaking me out man. I dont wanna be the one left out, but concurrently I dont even wanna entertain doing any of that stuff for years to come yet. Ahhhhh my mind is a fuzzle.

Shit weather, shit health and shit exams have made me become a moany bitch. And i hate that. I really hate myself when Im like this. If I came across someones livejournal and they were typing these exact words I'd probably think, 'What a spoiled little brat - she has everything going for her, what the fuck does she have to complain about!?' And I'm right. But GAH.

Its shite.

Peace xxxxxxxxxxx

When my exams are over, and once I get a job and save ninety-six of dosh - I am totally booking myself into a spa for a weekend because I fucking deserve it.

Current Mood: peeved

Current song. something angsty and loud!

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