In which I turn into a whinny kid and just complain..
I have a cold. I feel like crap. I'm never getting well again. I just need to die. This is really when I wish I had a flatmate or a boyfriend or that my mum was just around the corner so someone would come and take care of me.
I need more drugs. More fizzy good. More tea. More sleep. More not feeling like I've gone crazy. I wouldn't mind if I was, really. Be nice. Get away from it all, yeah? burning_eyes
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I Dream In Music
Odd rants or musings about my day. Maybe a few bits of writing and my comments about music and movies and or books. The very very mundane.
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An Angel and His Guitar
Fangirls: 2
Fanboys: 6
I'm a loose bolt of a complete machine
What a match, I'm half doomed and you're semi-sweet
I love being on top...of the page!
I'm 26! Really.
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