I just had a strange bout of crying and feeling very gloom and doom. Luckily I had a John at hand (my boyfriend for clarification) and because I haven't spoken to him 'properly' for a good while.. it made things a bit better. I shared and he listened.. and he was.. well.. my boyfriend. He was there for me. We discussed Christmas and how it's nearly ( Read more... )

PHWOAR ( Read more... )

I swear. My illness is a lingering motherfuck ( Read more... )

A few things, late at night, whilst smoking and staring at the one thing I love about Christmas. My little tree in my room ( Read more... )

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Some things I got for Christmas ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas.

People wonder why I really don't like Christmas, but this evening was a GREAT example of why I HATE IT. Just sometimes it makes me feel really little, insignificant and stupid. Gah. Ah well. As long as every one else is a) happy and b) enjoying themselves it doesn't matter ( Read more... )

Good: seeing my dad (real one) was okay actually, uh.. how can I put this? Pleasuring John.. =) Spirally ribbons on presents ( Read more... )