May 2010
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Emoshit
There is really no excuse for slitting your wrists. There’s an excuse for self-harming, definitely – why do alcoholics become alcoholics? I listen to Mindless Self Indulgence loudly, people smoke or take drugs, get addicted to daytime TV. There are a lot of people in the world who don’t like themselves, and I’m Continue reading
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“I’m not worried about the rapists in the open camp, but I am about the dozens of fuel bottles anyone could set light to.”
Good evening. I am very glad that even famous in-laws go to great lengths to prove they like each other: I love my feet. Also my thighs. Back. Arms. Shoulders. Kneecaps. Shower. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned I am partaking in the Duke of Edinburgh Bronze Award Scheme, and in case Continue reading
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I. Am. Not. A. Freaking. Genius.
My mother embarked on holiday to Greece yesterday with my aunts and has left my dad, my brother and I to look after ourselves for a week. Can’t say I blame her. I was kind of dreading it because it’s a Duke of Edinburgh expedition on Saturday, and I have English coursework due Continue reading
