- No hope, no love, no glory

Well in some places, this could be known as a retraction of sorts, he's text me so MLIG again. Except my life isn't good because I've lost that damn bank card... It's bloody pathetic to be frank, usually I keep tabs on such things as my phone, Ipod, keys and bank card but nooo. I decided to not bother, especially when I'm gonna be needing it this week.

Even though it's killing me to say, it looks like the partay is off for Friday "/ I was well looking forward to it really, like the opportunities and just forgetting all the shit I've been put through lately. Buut I guess not. Unless, by some miracle I can get the EMA, buy my outfit and have it delivered by Friday... all this and transfer moneez to mother and getting her to like me enough to withdraw it... then it is definitely off.

Garrr, why is life no longer simple?

When I was a child, seriously I got my pocket money every week, £4 and I put it into one purse which I would take to town once a month and buy some game or some sweets or something stupid. But nooo, nowadays I've got to buy shitty school books etccc. It is true actually when people say, with money comes responsibility...

- No happy ending

The end is coming - Everybody run now.

Okaaah so I'm slighterrly fed up. Shall we list the oh so many reasons why?

Well to start - I've got such a bad cough at the moment which is apparently a chest infection which is obviously so attractive. It also means I get nooo sleep at all which of course puts me in such a bad mood which obviously isn't good at all. I just want to curl up in bed and sleeeep but my cough won't let me, oh no. It has to be such a basstard. Nice immune system you've got yourself here.

I'm sooo damn bored it's unbelievable. It's like - whaats going on? I need a film to watch because so far I've tried watching - Meet the Spartans, Ghost of Girlfriends Past and Funny People and I just have to switch off because I'm just not engaging. Garr!

Plus to make it worse, he's not texting me back and usually that makes me smile like nothing on this earth and so I'm in one of those "/ ffs moods generally.

I really can't be bothered at all.

We're gonna live forever - Gonna live forever tonight

There's a man on the corner, selling dozens of bones -

Okay, it's fine, I will forgive you all for hating on me for this. My blog has failed you all in entertainment purposes and such, and now I am writing you another one, like 3 minutes later. Smart move Busboy!

Anywho, back to life. I am sitting here, having a well large convo with so many people I have not spoke to in aggges and it feels so good. I feel like a new person in a way, and that sounds so bloody pathetic, I almost went to slap myself.

Moving on, I shall end this pointless blog. And only publish it because I quite enjoy my little lyric idea.

- Every type of bone, except the one that I want

Well if you want me, then I don't want you.

Wayyyy pissed off right now.

I think you are being such a childish little fool and should grow up, honestly. I actually used to slightly respect you, but after that little show you really ripped up the last shred of dignity you had.

Please just get over yourself, and yeah I'll miss you but at least I don't have to be treated like a piece of gum on the bottom of your worn out shoes.

Sorts of All

I'm not so sure why I am writing this thing, and why I am doing it at say like 00.46 am on a Saturday morn. Meant to go see my new possible doggy in like 9 hours or something but as usual we have to get up early. I hate doing that. We are meant to be at the location thing place at say around 10 in the morning and my mother has me waking up at half 8 and leaving the house for 9.15. Anyone see any logic to this, because personally, I don't.

I swear people are purposely being pricks to me tonight. It's like life suddenly got given this little meter about how difficult it's gonna be, and some douche has come put it right up to High. Yeah, that was the worst metaphor thing ever but hey. To think I got like an A* in English, yet I just called that a metaphor thing, which is probably wrong. And on top of all this, I am writing the worst load of carp for a first blog, it is actually unbelievable.

Just realised how much I moaned lately about being tired and can't wait for the weekend, and now it is here, I am staying up till 00.54 am on a Saturday morning and blah blah blah I am going to bed. Niiiight all x