Fuck all this fucking shit

I've Given up, I've just fucking given up.

I've had enough and i don't care anymore. I'm done with waiting around.

I feel like I'm drowning. I don't have the energy to fight anymore.







help

My biggest secret...

I can't be helped

London? What is London? Is there bacon?

My brain's too fucked to function properly, seriously it's like I'm running on empty any time I leave the house.

I've been withdrawn from the only exam i was doing which now means going back to LDN just ain't gonna happen. I don't know how to tell people that I'm leaving. I need to do whats best for me atm. I feel bad, ever so bad.

GUILT IS A BITCH.

Penny for your thoughts & a bottle of Martini for the hill.

It's one and the same.

Hit the play button

I've got new mental pills.


Normality is resumed

"Cest mon monde de soleil"

I don't tend to say much these days do I.

If this blog was a room all it have inside it would be the sound of my voice reverb-ing off the walls an never fucking ending.

Fuck this i need a beer, listen to this instead of my bullshit.

Last of the Decent lyricist.

I miss my mother.

Another trip to the hospital on my own, noone there to hold my hand and have a laugh with.
Only a stroppy shadow looming upstairs, complaining & commenting upon all.

I can't deal with this today. Off to have my blood stolen then back to bed.




Somedays i just can't breathe without you.