a cute boy came over today for a birthday smoke and to give me flowers :)
goosegog: I want to rant but I don’t want to bother anyone. you can rant to me.
‘your hair got a mention in tea room lunchtime other day, that’s how popular you are’
the amazing moment when you find out a really fucking cute boy that you thought had a girlfriend is actually single,
you know i remember the first time you asked me out for a drink, i lied and said i was working till midnight because i didn’t want to admit to you that i was 17. i remember when you gave me your number while i was outside on my break having a smoke. i remember how i saved the wrong number and obsessed over it. i remember how i felt so bad that i never called you and how i pretty much ran up...
booked in my first tattoo today :)
i’m slowly falling apart, piece by piece.
i feel so useless, i can’t do anything right, i can’t make anyone happy.
why does everyone feel the need to remind me that i’m a horrible person? i already know this.
i’ve drunk to much wine and said to much. i’m going to regret this in the morning.
are you fucking kidding me?
every time, every fucking time.
Wish I was too dead to care.