I had about an hour to kill before meeting someone today, and I’d forgotten to bring my book with me so I headed straight to the crime section in WHSmith and bought the cheapest book I saw. It’s another Tess Gerritsen and it’s absolutely brilliant, I almost wanted to cancel on my friend just so I could carry on reading.

This post is pointless.

I just ordered a poster from Amazon without realising it was actually a fridge magnet, oops.

Cancel order please.

I’m not lying

I’m not lying

I’m not lying

I’m just a bit scared of what’ll happen If I tell you,
if you knew my real thoughts,
if you were so unfortunate as to hear how I actually felt about it all.
My mind is torturing me,  
I’m scared of what you’ll think
I’m scared of having no one
Maybe it’s insecurities, maybe it’s just stupidity and cruelty. 
I seem to put myself in situations I’m not strong enough to battle. 
I’m weaker than I make myself seem.
I’m more lost on the inside than I look on the outside.
I’m losing what I was,
and becoming something that I hate. 

She was heartache from the moment that you met her.

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“I wish I skinny,” I whispered as I stuffed another fry in my mouth.

today I feel even worse than I did last night

my head feels heavy and my eyes feel weak