resorting to tumblr since i am snowed in at work.

today has been so shit, i can’t even put my finger on the reason why.

on the other hand, i’ve started deep-cleaning my room which is quite therapeutic. 

when i’m sad and cold and lonely, i casually stalk @charlysheehan’s tumblr and everything’s okay again.

I leave my room for the first time this evening and my parents immediately start singing a song about how much they love having sex. 

THIS IS WHY I DONT LEAVE MY ROOM.

people who tell me to stop being “so attention-seeky” and “spoilt” when i say something negative about my body or personality can go fuck themselves. they have no fucking idea.

In the past two weeks I have bought 13 books and they’re all sitting on my windowsill and I’ve reached a point in my life where I’m okay with the fact that this is my social life.

I go through these every few months, don’t worry. 

I need to do something drastic to rectify this writer’s block. It really is driving me to madness.