feeling all rusty, useless, pointless
feeling ugly, rotten, old
feeling like nothing really matters
feeling way too down and cold
had a bad day, i guess it happens.
my birthday is in 55 days.
i've got a wishlist.
her hair
her voice
her legs
her shoulders
her stomach
her eyes
her smile
her arms
her room
her coolness
her t-shirt
so it's 01:30 and i'm not sleeping, not sleepy, not going to sleep.
rather strange.
i haven't got anything to talk about
WAIT YES I DO
i love my leather skirt.
and i hate my hair.
and i love red lipstick.
my hair is fucking hideous, i wish it was longer.
waaaaaaaay longer
and blonde.
i would cut it shorter, i've been bumping into great short hairstyles lately
but i don't want to cut my hair like that, i want it to grow long.
but that will take time, so i'm going to need to get myself a hat.
a nice one that i'll never take off, never ever.
something like this
ok fuck this, i'm going to sleep
anna
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