For the first time in ages today, I had a really good cry. Not just letting my eyes cloud up because I was annoyed, but hugging my blanket and just getting all of the lousy buggy stressy stuff out.
It didn't help, actually. I still feel like shit. Weirdly, it's all because of The Blackout. All this stems from the fact I want to see them so badly before January I am prepared to try and get to Hampshire, and enter competitions copious amounts of times for the chance to win tickets. Clearly there's something up with me.
I'd feel better if my dad stopped cutting up wood and fixed my plectrum but hey ho.
Plectrum status: on top of my wardrobe. Still broken.
So this is V...
- The Letter V
- Some people use two names. Some people use mononyms. Some people use just one syllable as their name. I use one letter. Hello, and welcome to my world. This blog is an insite into what goes on directly inside my brain. I rant, rave, rage and roar on here, and this is where most of my more personal thoughts are written. I'll share my emo moments (you might want to skip those), my life-is-perfect moments (which are arguably worse), and everything inbetween... To be honest, it's probably not a good idea to read any of this blog. I live for music, my friends, hugs, chocolate and my kitty hat, though maybe not in that order. And I'll be doing a hell of a lot of writing when I'm older, so I'd better start now... So, what are you waiting for? Dive into my crazy, twisted world and join me as I swim through this poorly thought out extended metaphor.
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