Kinda like flushing a condom isn't it.

YAWN.
It's the Easter holidays, I've finally turned 18. And I'm still a bit ill. Which is a bit gay. As I want to go out and play.
But probably won't get better if I keep pouring ethanol down my drink hole.

I really don't know what I've been doing with myself recently. Maybe because I haven't done much, maybe because I've wasted a good few days with a male counter part. This is highly unusual for me.
I like to go out and pull and never talk to you again. It's easier, and neither side will get hurt in theory. I am not one of those 'OMFG I'M SINGLE AND HAAATING IT!!' girls.
So what will come of this is no one knows.

So sorry if you want the world, I don't really have a soul to give you.
But take my body, men seem to like that.

And along with that comes tangled trysts of teenagers. I went to greet my mum with my shirt inside out. Smooth. Kinda like flushing a condom isn't it. One of the oldest mistakes in the book.

Anyway, I'm semi content, so have been eating well recently, until I woke up this morning and realised this lump in my mouth has decided to hurt again, so I cheered myself up with chocolate. Yuuuuum for void fulling.

Hope I've enlightened some one in some way.

Signin owwt.