Sunday, February 8th.

I saw him glance at me: picture perfect me. Welcomed with a unforgettable view of the back of my freshly Quaver coated throat and double chin as I yawned, the glance soon became a gaze. He held that gaze for the rest of his journey until time trumped his courage and the tube pulled up to Baron’s Court where he exited. I indulged in the awkward strangers-making-eye-contact situation as our eyes locked for approximately 14.2 seconds before his departure - now if you've ever played Hide and Seek, which everyone has, you'll know anything over 10 seconds is a painful length of time. Yet here I was, willing to go the extra 4.2 seconds it took for the tube doors to open. I wanted to know the stranger’s thoughts. Had I drawn my eyebrows on oddly? This was my biggest worry. Who cares now, Hammersmith was the next stop and it was my stop. As I began to stand and prepare myself to mind the gap, as passengers are too often reminded, a man hit me on the head. Was it him? Had the stranger returned? My eyebrows ARE odd and now my hair is ruined too! Nope. Just another face in the crowd trying to get off the tube. But, ouch. 

2:34am

The last blog post was a joke. An actual, literal, haha-laugh-out-loud-funny fucking joke.

I started this blog thinking I’d travel the world, take so many drugs my hallucinations will be hallucinating and maybe actually not be so fucking socially inept all of the time. People would come here, read it and weep whilst being overcome in upmost envy because my life is amazing. But then it hit me, I’m boring as fuck, and poor as fuck. I’m too much of a good little girl to do anything worth writing about, and anything I have done I’m too much of a good girl to actually write about. Then, of course, the interesting things I could do without being a hoe are too costly for my -£1000 bank account. 

SOS 

I went to order pizza about an hour ago and just stared at my phone for 10 minutes.

“Ah but I’ll feel bad for eating shit tomorrow.” So I didn’t order the pizza.

I went to the pub after work, it was shut meaning everyone went back to someones house.

“Ah but if I leave now I’ll make my last tube.” So I got the last train. 

I’ve said no to all of the silly little things for too long now which consequently has made me a personality-less mother fucker. I feel like a 14 year old emo kid discovering Tumblr for the first time; reblog depressed quote; reblog Dr Who meme; reblog life! Reblog reblog reblog. 

SOS 

Who knew denying yourself a good ol’ pepperoni pizza could lead to such a ludicrous and irrational train of thought? Choo Choo.. next stop insanity! 

I do love my own company, but not when it’s my only company. 

SOS

Save our souls

Save my soul.