I am tentatively making this post, not because today was an especially good day, but because I feel I am beginning to like 6th form, and I'm hoping I can add stuff as the weeks continue.

I love wearing my own clothes - there's something so great about waking up each morning, and knowing that the choices I make with my clothes actually matter, and ( Read more... )

And I am very miserable. I am fucking exhausted - in that way where you have to sit down after just walking into the next room. I have spent the day at my nan's in London helping my mum sort out her stuff, because her moral-lacking carer is nicking stuff ( Read more... )