Guess what I got for Christmas from my mates? A f**king guitar. Now, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but. I kinda am. I paid about ten quid for their presents. What the F**K am I meant to say when I give them mine? Like yeah… I know it’s not much(!) Plus, now I feel … More CHRISTMAS PRESENTS.
If we could start again, begin again, fall again, would things be better? Things we’ve done and things we’ve said, have cut worse than any blade I’ve ever held. If I could love you more, love you at all, love us, would it be harder? The lows I’ve seen, the blows I’ve taken, are things … More OPPOSITE OF EVOLUTION
That is work right now. That shitty little thing in your way that if you go over it the wrong way sends you stumbling and fucking up for a good few metres. I did a twelve hour shift today, because I got called during a delivery asking if I could do click and collect… Same … More TRIP HAZARD
Cast me away, like that haggard stray on the side of the road. I have nowhere to go. Look the other way, as I beg you to stay so I won’t be alone.
Like, I have just put on my big, ear covering Sennheisers and ah! The bubble! I need to chill out for the day. Like a lot. Let me explain why I freaked out in that last post. It was a cousin that followed that new Instagram. A cousin that liked a lot of my pictures … More HEADPHONES ARE MY GREAT ESCAPE
Is it only me that gets annoyed when EVERYBODY has to follow you on every social media platform once they find you? I don’t even feel like I can write this on here now. Because someone will find it, same as they found my new Instagram. I never wanted to post a picture of my … More MEDIA STALKING.
And by diggle, I mean my pet dog. She has an airway infection so she keeps like coughing and gagging every now and again and it’s been like that for about a week now. It’s sad because especially yesterday when it was quite bad, she looks really scruffy and tired. Before we knew what it was, … More DIGGLE IS ILL 😦