I miss wearing my old band t-shirts until they had holes in.
I have had the worst mood swings this past two weeks.
I think I'm a shitty friend, but I'm not sure.
I want to go to at least one festival in the next 12 months.
I love my dissertation.
I want my old friends back, even if they were pretty shitty.
The best thing I can think of right now is going to an Arts Centre gig.
I'm not really sure when I became a grown up.
This blog as a whole is really disjointed and weird.
I hate lists.
I can't stop disappointing myself.
I haven't slept properly in about a month.
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