I’ve been really sad since I found out on Monday that I wouldn’t ever hear properly again.
There are like slight moments of happiness when I’m hanging about with other people, but overall I just want to curl up in a ball and feel sorry for myself.
Can’t wait for Friday when I can drink all the vodka and go see my favourite band/ favourite people.
There is nothing better than hearing shitty news, feeling like crap the whole day at work, then coming home to find your mum has tidied your whole room for you and put on fresh bed covers to try and make you feel a bit happier.
I have the greatest mum ever.
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I remember in primary school this girl called Katie used to bully me every single day. She would take my lunch, punch me and call me names.
Obviously when I was that young I wasn’t aware I was being bullied so I didn’t tell anyone, but there were a few obvious bits where in class you could see I was upset and my teacher noticed. She asked me if I was okay and I told her that Katie was just calling me names and nothing else.
A few weeks later Katie moved country, and after she had moved she left the “My Little Pony” book and a bracelet (which both she stole off of me) in her school tray.
The DAY she was gone, my teacher came up to me with the book and bracelet and said “Don’t worry about anything, I found these in her tray and I just want you to know that if anyone ever brings you down, that you can let me know”.
This totally was the first time that I ever had any kind of realisation that things can get better, even if they really totally suck at some point in time.
My phone isn’t letting me take pictures apart from on snapchat and even at that the flash has just decided to stop working.
WHY OH WHY.
I need a new phone.
Quivering in fear at the thought of someone tagging me in this “no make up selfie” thing for breast cancer awareness.
Donated money because the thought of showing a picture of myself without my panda like eye-liner on scares the hell out of me. (also people who post the selfies should be donating money too, so really the only thing they’re not getting is my naked face).
NO ONE WOULD EVER LOVE ME.
I just want to spoon and watch movies with someone please?
I actually need to tell my mum I’ve taken a half day on holiday so she doesn’t get mad that I’m off of work ill.
Even once when I took a day off of college because I was feeling ill, she screamed and shouted at me, calling me a liar etc.
I ended up in hospital for 5 days with kidney stones.
Another time when I even spewed up blood she made me go in to work then again I was sent to hospital and ended up getting diagnosed with esophagitis.
WHY MUST I FEEL BAD FOR NOT FEELING WELL I DON’T UNDERSTAND.