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So I think I have finally reached the top rung on the Ladder of Patheticness. Here I was in my room last night, curled up on the bed in a Tshirt and pink leopard-print PJ bottoms (which are, for some reason, covered in apple stickers), crying my eyes out over, as always, boys, and listening to Leona Lewis. Yes. LEONA LEWIS. She who is leading the comeback of the emotionally overwraught power ballad (which should be left in the 1990s where it belongs). She who sings of keeeep bleeding, keeeeeep, keeep bleeding in love.
Urgh. I am SO ashamed. It's bad enough that the song is actually on my iPod; let alone me listening to it in the midst of a Bridget Jones "I'm going to die alone/be eaten by Alsatians" moment.
I really need to pull myself together/get a life, ha.
Urgh. I am SO ashamed. It's bad enough that the song is actually on my iPod; let alone me listening to it in the midst of a Bridget Jones "I'm going to die alone/be eaten by Alsatians" moment.
I really need to pull myself together/get a life, ha.