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exhausted. totally fucking shattered and all cried out again.
it’s getting more and more ridiculous and i don’t know what to do. i can’t be on my own but i can’t be around other people without complaining about everything and making them miserable too. everyone is going to get sick of me if they aren’t already and then there will be no one left to distract me.
i just want to move far away and build a cocoon.
you’re the best and worst person i’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting.
sat down after work to have a cigarette. got thinking about how shit everything is and then a fucking bird shat on me.
now my knuckle hurts somehow but at least i got to take home a free caramel biscuit slice.
need to learn how to do this.
i want to box up all my possessions because can’t live in this house any more. i don’t think i can describe how disgusting it is. it’s making me panic, it doesn’t feel like home and all of my things are being lost, used or damaged. i need to stay somewhere clean and tidy and leave everything i don’t need in storage somewhere or just chuck it away. my support worker knows that i’ve felt like it for months but there’s nothing they can do. i’m stuck in this house until july even though it’s making me ill. i don’t know what to do.
i mean, apart from the green patches left from the blue haired days… I WAS SO CLOSE TO BLONDE.
now i’m gonna have to wait forever… maybe i’ll never be blonde.
thinking about it. blonde, pink and purple (and black i guess although my hair has always been dyed the daaaaaaaaarkest brown) are like the only colours i’ve never had.
found this in my bookmarks when i re-synced google chrome.