January 2012
25 posts
Never wanted anything so much. And I’m starting to panic now :s
Today has been a good day...
We’re all friends in my house again, all our bills are sorted out. AND my relationship is back on track. After a couple of tough weeks, Tom and I are back to how we used to be.
How do you ask people who hate you not to?
We’ll be censoring all of Tumblr in order to...
Get me out of this house and soon. I cannot be dealing with this shit anymore. It’s 2am, and I’m trying to finish an essay. In a rare twist of events, Tom has decided to stay at mine and you decide to come in slam doors, stamp your feet and try to disturb us in every way possible?!
Inconsiderate drunk twats.
The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave To the dark and the empty skies The first time ever I kissed your mouth I felt the earth move in my hands Like the trembling heart of a captive bird That was there at my command my love The first time ever I lay with you I felt your heart so close to mine And I knew our joy...
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Oh the irony, as Kate and I sit enjoying our chips and vodkas, the zumba class gets down.
Lets just say, some girls should not shake what their mamma gave them (or did not give them in some cases)
A week late, a little over the word count but my...
Now for a few hours sleep ready to start the next one.
If happy little blue birds fly beyond the rainbow,...
I'm 200 words from finishing an essay thats...
Someone give me the motivation to not go to sleep and actually finish it?!
I’m lay here in bed thinking of everything I have to do over the next few days and then I’m gone. The heart palpitations, sweaty palms, feeling of dread and panic, and uncontrollable sobbing.
I wish I would stop feeling like this. I wish the panic attacks would stop. And soon.
You probably don't care, but can you follow my... →
HELP NEEDED:
I’m currently writing emails to independent book shops asking for some work experience and I have no idea what to write.
Every now and then I meet someone and they make me...
In this instance it was a customer at work.
It was on Sunday, regular semi-busy bank holiday full of people buying things they don’t need, and a woman came to my till with a huge basket full of clothes. As standard procedure, we started chatting. She then asked me where my accent was from and why I was in Bath, so I told her I was a literature student down from Manchester. We then...
