not looking forward to my photo in 6 days. feeling really chunky at the moment. stupid clothes shopping. cutting labels out of my clothes again. I’m crazy.

wish people would stop reblogging so much Glee shit.

idgaf how cute they are, who’s dating who, who isn’t gay.

seriously. 

I’ll have smaller cheeks

I’ll have long flowing hair

I’ll have friends who treat me right

I’ll have a place to call home

I’ll have feet that can stay in heels for more than an hour

I’ll have someone to hold me tight

I’ll have a phone that can connect to my laptop

I’ll have a laptop that will play my sims disc

I’ll have a kitten that doesn’t shit on the floor

I’ll have a hedgehog to snuggle

I’ll have nails that can grow more than 3mm before breaking

I’ll have a festival band

I’ll have a tattoo

I’ll have a step-mum

I’ll have a step-dad

I’ll have step-siblings

I’ll combat my fear of suffocation

I’ll stop twizzling my hair when confused

I’ll stop being confused easy

I’ll be a happier person

I’ll smile genuinely

I’ll like my smile

I’ll afford a car

I’ll be an 8 again

I’ll stop accidently ripping my clothes

I’ll paint my bedroom ceiling

I’ll get another a* exam result

I’ll cry over a guy

I’ll sleep a whole night without aches

I’ll have feet that don’t dislocate

I’ll have hips that don’t pop

I’ll live.

is going horrendous. i’ve decided i’m going to eat all my christmas chocolate now and do sit ups each night to make up for it. still not on three meals a day though.

Bloody marvelous.

mmm Terry’s Chocolate Orange……