19.
When I grow up I will be a radio presenter.
Or an alcoholic, whichever comes first.
I like cats, black coffee and converting oxygen into energy.
Just got some new shoes, a new phone, The Virgin Suicides (despite having read it already, I wanted my own copy), and a crisp twenty pound note, delicious. Still in a bit of a shitty mood, though, it’s just something I can’t shake. I think it’s slight annoyance with people and how thoughtless they are.
Stress is really getting me down at the moment, as is the fact that in a few months something incredibly important to me is ending and I don’t get a say in it and I seem to be the only person who cares.. I’m so frustrated with life that all I want to do is smoke until my lungs collapse and drink until I pass out but, obviously, I can’t because I need to make the most of the time I’ve got left, and get on with the rest of my life. Yet how am I meant to enjoy this when all I can think about is the end? I know I sound like I’m being melodramatic but, like, what the fuck is the point? What am I doing here? I really don’t know anymore, and I’m not sure if me feeling like this is worth it. Sigh.
I keep trying to avoid talking about this stuff which is probably making me feel worse. Bottling every single thing up, er, isn’t the best strategy in life, apparently.
Ugggggghhhh. I’m going to go and have a bath and get ready to go out and hopefully get heaving drunk, despite the people I’m meeting up with tonight going out last night and being incredibly drunk so no one will have any money and Tom’ll complain about being too tired and the whole night will probably be a massive nightmare and the only reason I’m bothering is because I hate hate hate being stuck inside when I know my friends are out. Like last night. Blah.
