I'm just a lazy bitch, my apologies.
Shits confusing at the minute. I can't really talk about it though. Honestly, it just feels like the inner workings of my mind is a street, and there's a road block that I can't get past. If I could get past that, I could talk about this stuff but well.. you get the point.
Lets just say, I hate this things, and I hate when people are involved in the thing, but I myself kind of want to be in the thing, and feel horribly embarrassed about this. I'm quite vocal about my hatred.
I'm just lonely.
The girl's not about anymore, that all went tragically upside down and inside out. This is the direction everything is taking, it would appear.
Then there's wondering about this someone someone, but that could just be my brain being a bitch and deciding to put me in a dilemma. Fantastic.
Also, on an entirely different note, I keep having dreams about tattoos. I had one on my foot, and it had ribbons inked on, and they spelled out some kind of saying, something like "You are what you make yourself", but I can't remember exactly. And in another dream, I had one on my upper arm, but I can't picture what it was.
It all leads me to want to be really naff and get a tattoo of a TARDIS on my hip. Nerds Fo' Life, y0.
Alright, I'll stop rambling.
Over and out,
Ri. x
