twiggy

Ugh, I just had one of those wake up really angsty for no reason things. Its 3.30am and I cant just stick on some iplayer because my sister is in my bed. I woke up convinced I didn't have any money (probably because we had a lovely day and a nice big dinner) and in such a state I had to check my bank balance. I have enough but Im still panicked about it (probably because its half 3. I also miss everyone I've ever loved and feel my life is a mess and Im going nowhere and Im either too fat or too thin (I can't even remember what im meant to be insecure about right now, is it my hair?) Also, I don't know when the next season of doctor who starts and will never get a real job and the pluke on my forehead seems to have went plural. I am twenty fucking five next week. *implosion face!* I told my boyfriend I would in all probability leave him if he beat me at scrabble and I meant it a little and we had a fight. I will never have a normal sex life. A sauchiehall street pigeon flew into the back of my head and now I probably have cooties!! My bottom is too hot and my top is too cold. I will in all probability sabotage myself and never get to Australia next year, I can't walk in heels. The pigeon touched my beautiful hair! the dog will really die soon. My left breast hurts and has a lumoy bit which has been identified as hormonal but I can't stop poking it and thinking I have cancer. My cameras will languish in my room because they make me panic. By this point in her life my mum was already with the man she was going to marry. I will never be over my exboyfriend. I can't remember what the trouble with tribbles actually is. I still have a teddy. I don't remember how to do the internet and I never see my friends. I am crap at making friends. I usually take the friends that come with my boyfriend. This is like hoping the prize in the rice krispies will turn into your favourite toy. THERE ISN"T EVEN A PRIZE IN RICE KRISPIES ANYMORE!!! (this makes me cross) My boyfriend talks about bums all the time. I will never have a child and am therefore pointless from a survival of the species point of view, I will have to save a baby from a burning lake to get even. I feel like this:



All the time.


Conclusion-3am is LAME! That is all.


Phew, I feel a little better for unloading that.