I hope you read this post coz I can’t write in your ask box, dunno why it just wont let me and I can’t inbox you on facebook because it doesn’t exist… anyway, all I’ve been trying to say is you have like 12 months or more to practise your pool skills before I come back and kick your ass. And mushrooms are not the devil, get dirt mate.
Don’t miss me too much, much love, Smiley. Xxx
Totally neglected tumblr lately, soz bout it. Can’t connect instagram on my phone with it.
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I am getting pretty drunk, alone on the other side of the planet above a pub/food place. Holy fuck what is my life, this does not feel real.
Instagrammmmmm?
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I know im loosing all my muscle because all my clothes fit properly again…
This morning I did squats with a fire extinguisher.
Its nice that my famiy care but im getting like 3648538 messages a day asking me about fucking everything omg give me a break. Seriously I cannot do this for a year without deactivating facebook and twitter. Tumblr is my only outlet because they haven’t found my account yet ahah, my mum asked to follow me one day though and im just like. No. Alright going to work, byebye.
Today I went to leicester square and it felt like tumblr was a place and I entered it
Since I’ve been in london which is a good 24 hours, I’ve been on trains for around 11 hours, slept for around nine and rest rest has been working out the wifi and shower and a bit of meeting people. Still havnt met my room mate.
Got a good 4 hours until boarding my next flight. I just want to shower and brush my teeth and maybe my back not to be sore. Soooo boreeddddd omg. Way to scared to leave the air port.
Stupid internet has been stuffing up and my phone wont connect to tumblr. Eughhh
I am going over seas, for how long? I don’t know. A year, maybe less, maybe more but I am going. Quit fucking telling me not to go, or what to do, how much you’ll ‘struggle’ without me and all this other shit. I don’t care if it’s a joke or not it’s so fucking annoying. Seriously starting to feel like a horrible person just because I am living for myself and doing something I want to do. Fuck me.
I’m so sick of this negativity I’m carrying around on my shoulders, it’s so hard to shift, sometimes it’s possible to ignore but not recently, it’s driving me nuts. I want to shove my face full of fatty foods but I can’t bring myself to eat, I want to work out until I drop but I have no energy. I want to drink myself into a slumber but can’t. I don’t want to sleep. I cried in public for the first time in fucking forever. I hate myself. I’m just going to take up smoking again.
I wonder why I feel like this.
Looking up the town I’d be staying in if I accept this job.
“At the time of the 2001 census, 421 people were resident in Eltisley parish. All were white; 75.7% described themselves as Christian, 0.7% followed another religion and 23.6% were not religious or did not state a religion.”
It would be weird to live in a white, religious society.
An hour and a half from the airport.
It’s a 11 minutes drive, or a 1hours 46 minute walk, or a 45 minute bus ride, but buses only run every 2 hours from what I can find. Then a 40minute train ride to central London.
The place looks really fancy; http://www.theeltisley.co.uk/
It doesn’t sound bad, or really really good. I don’t know what to do.
Halp.
/edit - “If you want to go anywhere you need to drive. A taxi journey of 3 miles to our friends hotel cost £19.10 each way.”
I’m over trying to have a good body to stay happy and confident, doesn’t matter what I do, I’ll only ever be happy when I’m fucked out of my brains. A temporary high is better than no high.
