Never felt so low in my life.
I wish I could go back to 6 years ago and do things differently and then maybe none of this would have ever happened. I’m fed up of being too scared to live my life the way I want to. I’m fed up of feeling like I’m a bad person. I just want to go back to 6 years ago and then everything might be ok now.
It’s been a good while since a book has really made me cry.
I really wish uni wasn’t over. This is the first time in my life when I haven’t had a plan for what will come next and it’s more than a little scary…
How is it possible for your memory to lie to you?
How can you live when you know that you’re betraying yourself?
Trying to learn calligraphy again and I can’t get my ‘C’ to look decent. This is an interesting blog, I know.