So I know it’s not anything to scream about but I now have 100 followers…cue the sarcastic ‘Yays’
I can’t believe it took this lame-o blog a year to reach 100 followers but can you really blame it? It’s only now that I’ve started to write more regularly and not think of it as a chore that needs updating…it’s like having a baby, if you don’t treat it with love and affection it won’t treat you with love and affection. Okay maybe it’s a little different.
So yeah, to all my 100 followers you are entitled to a slice of free cake. On the house. Yup, you heard right 😉
“What are you doing right now?”
What am I doing right now? Lying on my bed with an open window thinking about nature and shit. Just kidding, I’m actually on my laptop browsing TSR and stuff but I am in my bedroom with an open window. Plus, I’m wearing a dress and it feels like I haven’t let my legs out from the Land of Jeans in years.
“You know it’s summer when you have an incentive to shave your legs”
The future can seem so daunting at times. Who will I be in a year’s time? Will I get good exam results? Will I fall in love? It just confuses me more than anything when I think about the future. And I’m scared. Terrified. Quaking in my black
fake leather boots. I had to firm my uni choices the other day and it took me about 3 hours to decide. I kept chopping and changing my mind – I’d only realised the other week I didn’t want to go to any of the universities I’d applied to. I wanted to go somewhere better. Then came my next worry. Evidently, I wasn’t going to get the grades. What if I had to take a gap year? I’d be stuck at home for another year while all my friends would be swanning off to university. You get the gist? I am an expert worrier. I worry about everything and anything. Will I ever become pretty? What if I boys don’t like me? What if I get ill again? Gah. I want to be one of those carefree people who take life a step at a time. More than anything I want to be happy. I want to be free.