"you're so whipped,"
"no I'm not I just love her,"
the cutest thing he's ever said.

Castles in the sky.

rest in peace.

I love this quote, I don't know who it's by, but it's funny to think about the answers.

"If I died tonight, how many people would care? How many people would know? How many people would moan and wish they had me back? How many people would regret being arseholes? How many people would wish they loved me? How many people would wish they loved me less?"

I often find myself asking these questions. I imagine what people might do when they found out. I do want to know sometimes, obviously I never will. If there is a heaven though, I'd like to be able to look down and see how people are reacting. Then I could see who geniunely cared and who doesn't give a toss. I think reading the Lovely Bones has spurred on this thought process. Charming isn't it?

I miss everything, and now my mum really has 'twisted the knife' as Tilly would say, and told me I'm not allowed to go to Reading. This is a true 'fuck my life' moment.
Haven't posted in a while, but I decided this was something that needed to be told. Life's a bitch.