Just Learn To Forget About It

"and I never had a single cigarette that I didn't enjoy, and all the dreams, leave such a bitter taste, such a bitter taste on my tongue. Despite the smell of an old age man, I'm young at heart If I was to have just one more day, I'd make sure that I spent it without you."

I adore those lyrics. I don't even know why, they just cut right to the core of me. They are beautiful to me. Then again, I am pretty warped. All in all. I'm fine with that.


I am in love with Robert Sheehan. End of.
Tall.
Dark.
Handsome.
Yummy.
I feel he should be my boyfriend or something?

If only love was as simple as infatuation.

I'm eating Crunchy Nut Clusters in bed, without milk, out of a plastic Edd the Duck bowl. You know things are spot on when you can do this and not think twice about it.

I've had basically all my uni offers now; waiting on one, but all the others are unconditional, and the two I want to go to have already replied anyway, so, I feel pretty amazing. I know where I will be in 5/6 months and I cannot wait. Already got my house sorted and everything. Perfect.
Me and my best friend. Living together, in Brighton. Spot on.

I want to start a sport, or some kind of exercise, but I'm all out of ideas, it's lame. I miss riding. I want my pony back. Urgh. Sadface.
Something will come up I'm sure.

It's Miss Hope's birthday tomorrow; and we're going to the pub. After I've played boyfriend.
And I'm making sure that the best ones are there.


There is one thing I really want right now. A picture of me with all my best friends. It's a little much to ask, what with Rosie being in Bristol and not everyone knowing each other, but I feel tomorrow will be a good start. I won't take no for an answer.
And then I have Bristol to take snaps. And Spain. And my birthday. And lots of things.

I guess my birthday will be there real one. Because anyone who's worth it will be there. Regardless.