everything is going to be ok. i must have made up my mind somewhere along the way, i get stuff done now and my room’s not a mess anymore and neither is my head, and i’m looking forward to the things that are to come. i’ll be able to move back into my little flat. my father said he’s proud i made it and he understands. i can go and visit my mother now whenever i like. i still don’t know about me and the boy i like, i know he likes me back, whatever, if there was nothing to worry about i’d be unhappy anyways
it’s like i don’t know what to say, yet i’m still talking, i don’t know how to act, yet i’m still being myself. and when he’s close, i don’t know how to breathe yet i’m not suffocating and i really enjoy the true struggle after all the self-inflicted madness
there are some very special people…. you just seem to never find a way into their heads. which makes them unbelievably challenging for me, and i cling to them for dear life because i don’t really find a lot of things challenging. and then most of them leave
why don’t you want me?
i got one of the city’s biggest music bloggers to promote the concert i’m planning for a few friends of mine, including the band that t. is in. so i texted him and he invited my over to his place this weekend, but i really don’t know whether i should go since he stated that he thinks that we should stay friends even though it’s hard for him to keep away from me. i really don’t know what to do
i got back from hamburg to find that 1. a good friend celebrates his 22nd birthday tomorrow and 2. there’s a big new year’s eve party at my favourite inofficial/semi-legal club ever, and two of my favourite people will be there with me, so the next week is going to be PERFECT. also i bought the perfect dress to wear on new year’s eve
i met a very old friend of mine when i was out drinking last night with my mother, god it was so nice. his metal friends gave me a drink that they said was beer mixed with lemonade but it was actually beer mixed with lemonade and 50% vodka in order to get me drunk but it didn’t work so they were impressed and had to admit that i am in fact truly metal \m/
also my father said he’ll give me some money to visit the uk again, now i only have to figure out whether i want to go in summer or in autumn
noel gallagher’s high flying birds on vinyl y/n?
hey someone photoreply with the baby radiohead pictures because i’ve been scrolling down my dash for an hour now but i can’t find them and i actually have to wrap up christmas presents??
happy fucking christmas
wow weird i’m still awake… i guess i better go to sleep now though. i have to buy christmas presents tomorrow, finally… i still don’t know what to get though