~Here's my new indian head thing, and some flowers I ripped out just before my aunt came over. something about flowers that puts life in a room, a dead dead stagnant room. I want to get a new pet tomorrow.
~Here is my fucked up fake tan leg that I have to try and fix to look decent for tomorrow.
~Here is me eating a banana to get fit and skinny and have nice skin and all that shit. No more chocolate apart from chocolate spread on toast in the morning. I always feel tropical and sexual while eating them, a lovely little mix, the first bite is the best.
~Here is my gemmed phone, I lost my old one and all my numbers and photos and life so decided to get a nice one because I always buy phones from those outta the van places. This one came in a box with a charger and in one day I managed to lose everything apart from the phone. FUQ LIFE 2K11
~Here is a risky photo of me in my brur and knix, luminous pink~matching! This never happens, I'm sucking in and my eyes don't really match but yeah. I feel it's bold to post this but why, I don't know. Maybe my mums friends read this, or my cousins are mortified to be related to me but I have decided to just not give a fuck about anything anymore apart from maybe two things. Probably only one though.
~Here is my fruit salad I had today, it was yum but sick because I've been feeling sick lately. My heart is sore and I'm acting out. It is literally sore, I hate it when that happens. Like when your in love you feel it right in the middle of your stomach swirling around all nice like a pink cloud but when your heart is bruised or broken or whatever the fuck is happening inside or whoever did something horrible that caught you off guard you feel it right in your heart your heart your heart. Your eyes, his eyes. His lips
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