I had some...

real deep shit to say. But now it's all fucking gone. Damn it!

Apparently...

I only blog when I've something to complain or celebrate about. Well now I've got both.

What to do...

Why is it that something becomes instantly more appealing the second you realise you can't have it? Story of my life really.

In other news... I lost another pound this week. Nearing the two stone mark now. :)

Also booked my theory test, but only James knows cos if I tell loads of people I'm afraid I might fail and have to tell them all lol. But yeah I think it should be ok.

My room in my mom's is finally starting to feel lived in. So I guess that's good too.

Now all I gotta do is figure out the other teeny little problem and everything's coming up Milhouse. :)

Know what I need?

A good fucking slap.

Maybe then I'd stop feeling so fucking sorry for myself and cop the fuck on. My life needs some sorting out asap. My priorities are so fucked up it's laughable. Maybe it's the fucking cabin fever setting in already but I can't stand my whiney, pathetic self anymore. Something's got to give.

God damn.

I can't even explain how I'm feeling to myself anymore.

Fucking joke.

Could it be...

that I'm the one pushing everyone away?

Am I really that shit of a person?

I miss everyone. But it goes both ways like! I did try!

Some of the stuff I heard he said about me cut me like a knife. Horrible, horrible things that I would never have thought he would say in a million years. Well...another one for my list I guess.

In fairness... what else was I expecting?