September 2010
i wish you would stop telling me what to do.
I used to confide in you quite a lot. But now your opinion on things are tainted by your prejudices, so I find it quite difficult to tell you things. In addition to this, the way you’re so busy now makes it doubly difficult to confess my deepest, darkest thoughts. Tell me what to do, now that I’ve lost my best listener.
it just takes a second
It’s been awhile since I’ve posted a text post, and I felt that my blog was losing its personal touch, so here’s a post that’s more than a sentence long. (and so I start with an extremely long sentence) The past weeks have been stressful, the full pressure of year 13 is starting to come into play- on top of assignments there are admissions tests and personal statements...
dear eglectic, thanks for following :)
You’ve found somebody else, it’s...
Eliza Doolittle// Pack Up
I don’t care what...
BOOKED MY FIRST GIG! :)
now, just what song shall I sing?
dear chickpea (CHING) thanks for following! :)
this should be interesting.
I got formspring. You may ask me something here.
“Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.”
– Clementine Paddleford (via Molly at smartprettyandawkward.com)
August 2010
