Guess whos back back back, back ag'in.
HELLO MY DARLINGS!! IM BACK! DID YOU MISS ME?
I sure didnt, but I think its about time i started fucking posting on LJ again... and hopefully start being more chipper.
"Right now I can't handle being me. "
That apparently was the last thing I wrote in this journal that I never posted, I dont even kn ow how long ago that was, probably around the time Michael Jackson died and I entered my 4th year of living in Leeds, officially one of the worst years of my life. I had a bit of a nervous breakdown, fucked over nearly all my friends and ended up on medication.
BUT THIS IS BEHIND ME.
I am now living with my parents (gag) and working in an unpaid internship in Bayswater in London as a web admin and accounting news journalist.
I like it and I hate it.
I recently went to see the Manic Street Preachers for the first time in 2 years and yesterday My Chemical Romance for the first time in nearly 3.
I have to rehaul my life because this whole 'growing up' thing isnt doing it for me.
I want tattoos and a tongue piercing, I want pink hair and to play guitar and to sing. I want to be happy and look forward to going to work everyday. I dont want to pretend to be someone I'm not because I'm expected to grow up now I've left uni. Growing up is taking responsibility for my life and others (I've yet to master that) it is nothing to do with looking drab and uninteresting because anything out of the ordinary offends business people
COLOUR IS DANGEROUS, OMG.
I'm pretty loathe to quote all this Killjoy stuff because I dont know how I feel about it... but I do feel that life is the symptom of my disease right now.
May do a review tomorrow in my lunchbreak.
love x
I sure didnt, but I think its about time i started fucking posting on LJ again... and hopefully start being more chipper.
"Right now I can't handle being me. "
That apparently was the last thing I wrote in this journal that I never posted, I dont even kn ow how long ago that was, probably around the time Michael Jackson died and I entered my 4th year of living in Leeds, officially one of the worst years of my life. I had a bit of a nervous breakdown, fucked over nearly all my friends and ended up on medication.
BUT THIS IS BEHIND ME.
I am now living with my parents (gag) and working in an unpaid internship in Bayswater in London as a web admin and accounting news journalist.
I like it and I hate it.
I recently went to see the Manic Street Preachers for the first time in 2 years and yesterday My Chemical Romance for the first time in nearly 3.
I have to rehaul my life because this whole 'growing up' thing isnt doing it for me.
I want tattoos and a tongue piercing, I want pink hair and to play guitar and to sing. I want to be happy and look forward to going to work everyday. I dont want to pretend to be someone I'm not because I'm expected to grow up now I've left uni. Growing up is taking responsibility for my life and others (I've yet to master that) it is nothing to do with looking drab and uninteresting because anything out of the ordinary offends business people
COLOUR IS DANGEROUS, OMG.
I'm pretty loathe to quote all this Killjoy stuff because I dont know how I feel about it... but I do feel that life is the symptom of my disease right now.
May do a review tomorrow in my lunchbreak.
love x