I hate the world and I’m sick of the sad feeling. When I get sad I forget that I was ever happy.
Since josh died I’ve not really been fussed about keeping up with this blog. I’ve had lots of great adventures but I’ve only really put them on Instagram, I don’t know why but I’ve gone off this format.
Going to grow my hair so that it covers my nipples so I can walk around my house in my pants and class it as being dressed.
I am not girlfriend material because I hate being alive and I’ve no idea how anyone could possibly ever love me.