How could you not appreciate/love London? This is amazing.

February 1st, 2012 ♥11

Laying in bed listening to Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, thanking nobody that the day is over. I feel quite angsty today. The “hangout” went well. Maybe too well… but it definitely ended up being more than just a hangout. For sure. I don’t know what I’m doing with that… Messy matters. Second hangout has been discussed, but I’m not sure that is such a great idea, even though I had a truckload of fun. If I see this lad again, does it have to be like before? Does it have to be so date-y, or is it perfectly fine for me to backtrack and just be friendly? Hm. This week has been absolutely crazy, lad wise. Too many heads popping up from the past, it’s super strange/shit. Four. Four boys from my past wanting to hang out this week. Why do they do this to me out of the blue and why all at the same time, just when I find myself feeling perfectly content? Just… It’s like some sort of test. I’m going to fail, I know it. Every goddamned time.

Dribble over. I just felt need to attempt the untangling of this knot of confusion which has formulated within the bounds of my skull.

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January 31st, 2012 ♥23

"your hairs a mess... i'd really love to just give it a good cut and colour...." - winedinean69

Holy shit, I have regrowth and the colours are all over the place and it’s big and poofy and clumpy and wavy and oh my god there’s a stray bit… Wait, what?! I cut it myself? The shame. And I haven’t washed it in a week? What the fuck am I doing with my life?! Must be sleek and straight and all the same colour and brushed and what not… NAH. Conformity, no thanks. I like my hair, clearly. Otherwise I would change it.

January 31st, 2012 ♥24