country bumpkin

I lived in the country until i was about three years old. I used to take buchie boys into my bed with me becuase they looked lonely, and go and look for faries amongst the chook pen in only a singlet and a nappy.
If people didn't realise....that was a fair few years ago.
I've been the country since of course, but not for a while. Now im here. My step dad's mum's place.
I'm dying.
This is a vary rare computer time im getting and ill get ushered off very soon. Dear god save me.
Horrible reception.
I can't dailybooth!
Gah!
Thank heavens we're going home tomorrow. Can't be soon enough!

Now i shall depart you lovely readers, (sparce but still there im told) and think of creative ways to commit suicide.


If youve been ushered here by the fantastic beautiful Lauren, then welcome and consideer this following star a sign of my affection
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lucy in the sky with diamonds

love across the universe.

so yeah, i feel like abolsute shit.spend the week at dads and at my friend beths house. then i come and burst into tears because of family, friends, assholes and my confused adolescent head.

fab-oh.

ps great now the colours for the title arent working.

pps i got john green tickets. second event. yays :)