Well, I'm back from kicking it at the seaside in a tiny Island that's both ingrained in my past, and I'm positive will still be a part of my future. And to be honest I'm not sure how I feel about being home.
It's taken all night, one Graham Greene adaption film; two shitty fashion magazines and the new, exclusive You Me At Six track to help me find a slightly sunnier dispositon and its still a little shaky, if I'm honest.
I'm so sick to death of doing the heart-on-your-sleeve 'my life is so sucky' post, because I'm actually a little pissed off, I'm such a cliche. My life does NOT suck, I'm sure of that; I'm just bored of everything being so complicated in the crappy way. At this moment, I'm still smarting from realising how painfully stupid I am.
I just feel that I've made a total fool of myself for believing that he might care. When it's so blindingly obvious that this will not work. And for reference, I don't actually want to talk about this. Ever. So please don't ask, because I will blush then go all fidgety and quiet, so if it comes up, change the subject. Because my throbbing head doesn't need the broken record changing pitch.
Also, feeling like the shitiest sister ever, and all the waves of guilt and shame that this has brought are funfunfun. There was originally a reason for this, but I'm struggling to recall what that was. It seems that it's only now, i'm understanding the importance of family. That they're really, really important hahaha.
I feel like I should add some positive spin to this (there is loads, involving me and my cousin getting chatted up by Hulk Hogan, team joby, my dad's adventure to name but a few) and I'm sure I will probably be back later today, but right now, I don't have the energy
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