daisy

I've always been a hopeless romantic. It has gotton me nowhere. At all. Except disappointed that people and situations never live up to how i'd played them out in my little head.

Take from that little titbit of information what you will. I'm not saying anything, ever again.

Strung Out were amazing. The gig was in a place the size of my living roon, which was fucking unreal. Seriously. I never thought i'd see them, and to see them in such a tiny venue was incredible. They really put on a good show, catch them if you can.

But i've been sick. And fed up. So the meets i barely made. I showed up, JUST ABOUT. Enough time between vomitting outburts to show some face, and make some small talk, cuz i felt so pants that's all i could manage. Ironically i feel better now. Ever wonder what i look like when i'm sick, and cranky, and have no make up on, and go to the pub in my jim jams, and make silly faces cuz that's all i can do? You're in luck then.


I just want.....something. Something to change, an adventure. Desperatly. And requited crushes.

A girl can dream.