Well. Like i said, i'm back. I am properly fucking back too. No more misery for me, oh no.
Like i said in my last post, i've learned a lot. A scary lot in the last 3 weeks. More probably than in the last 3 years. And even though i sometimes surprise myself, like last Saturday night, i like me. I'm nice. I'm fun, and funny, and lovely. This might sound incredibly arrogant, but that's not my intention. I though all the shit recently was my fault, i thought i was to blame, and that i was a bad person. I'm not. The things that happened were ALL out of my control, and in a way, i'm glad most of it happened. I'm bigger, better and stronger now.
Still a bit lonely though, but we'll work on that later.
So, back to normal again. And i'm listnening to the very talented Sean Paul, and i'm not ashamed.
I went out last night, and i'm going to tell you about my adventure. It was a last minute decision,and i went out with my good friend John. Me and John used to be inseperable, but we had a tiff about 2 years ago, which was a shame, but we've worked that out, and now we're tight again. So, we got ourselves all prettified up, and went out. He told me some stories, we had a laugh, and got paraletically drunk. I have a crush on a boy, yes, i feel 15 again, but it's a nice innocent crush, so we went to the bar he'd normally be in, cuz we had tons of courage at that stage. But he wasn't there, so we kept having fun. Now, John at this stage got chatted up, so i was stood on my own, and some guy came over to me, and started talking. Now, i'm not rude, so i talked back. He then asked me for my number, and i said, no, thanks. He then asked could he give me his, which i also said no to. He then started asking why? I explained that i just want to do the single thing for a while, and he stated shouting at me. Like properly roaring, saying was he not good enough for me? Do i think i'm special? And then, rather classily i think, he said he didn't want my number to go out with me, just to get in my pants. Nice guy. And then out of the blue an ex of mine appeared and saved me from this nut job. So, i spent the rest of the night with him and his friends and his lovely girlfriend.
Cue confused Daisy again. But that's not really for here, eh?
Anyway, i had fun. I've been so down on myself recently, and last night just sort of put a few things right in my head. Strangely. Put a whole new set of issues in there too, but i'm alright.
So, enough. Photo time.
That's me, smiling again. Having some fun.
That's me laughing. Yes, i am aware i have horse teeth. DON'T HATE.I was laughing and having fun. It's been a while.
That's me posing. I'm not the only one that can pose like a wanker.
Telling you i'm fine.
Like i said in my last post, i've learned a lot. A scary lot in the last 3 weeks. More probably than in the last 3 years. And even though i sometimes surprise myself, like last Saturday night, i like me. I'm nice. I'm fun, and funny, and lovely. This might sound incredibly arrogant, but that's not my intention. I though all the shit recently was my fault, i thought i was to blame, and that i was a bad person. I'm not. The things that happened were ALL out of my control, and in a way, i'm glad most of it happened. I'm bigger, better and stronger now.
Still a bit lonely though, but we'll work on that later.
So, back to normal again. And i'm listnening to the very talented Sean Paul, and i'm not ashamed.
I went out last night, and i'm going to tell you about my adventure. It was a last minute decision,and i went out with my good friend John. Me and John used to be inseperable, but we had a tiff about 2 years ago, which was a shame, but we've worked that out, and now we're tight again. So, we got ourselves all prettified up, and went out. He told me some stories, we had a laugh, and got paraletically drunk. I have a crush on a boy, yes, i feel 15 again, but it's a nice innocent crush, so we went to the bar he'd normally be in, cuz we had tons of courage at that stage. But he wasn't there, so we kept having fun. Now, John at this stage got chatted up, so i was stood on my own, and some guy came over to me, and started talking. Now, i'm not rude, so i talked back. He then asked me for my number, and i said, no, thanks. He then asked could he give me his, which i also said no to. He then started asking why? I explained that i just want to do the single thing for a while, and he stated shouting at me. Like properly roaring, saying was he not good enough for me? Do i think i'm special? And then, rather classily i think, he said he didn't want my number to go out with me, just to get in my pants. Nice guy. And then out of the blue an ex of mine appeared and saved me from this nut job. So, i spent the rest of the night with him and his friends and his lovely girlfriend.
Cue confused Daisy again. But that's not really for here, eh?
Anyway, i had fun. I've been so down on myself recently, and last night just sort of put a few things right in my head. Strangely. Put a whole new set of issues in there too, but i'm alright.
So, enough. Photo time.
That's me, smiling again. Having some fun.
That's me laughing. Yes, i am aware i have horse teeth. DON'T HATE.I was laughing and having fun. It's been a while.
That's me posing. I'm not the only one that can pose like a wanker.
Telling you i'm fine.
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As for Propagandhi, I'm in danger of peeing my pants with excitement.