i'm sorry,

i hate the feeling that you've let someone down.

why is it everytime i go to london i come back with 70p in my bank?

remember me?

i'm what you used to call your best friend.

happiness

i should bottle it and save it for a rainy day,


but what a waste.

i think this is the cutest thing everrrr.

atahazagoraphobia:

very appropriate for how i think of you now.

optimism

i don't have enough of this.

yeayea, so definitely gunna fail maths. i used to be good at it aswell, but now every past paper i open sends me into a panic because i have no bloody clue what to do. faiiiiil. but to be honest, i'm already over it. in the long run, gcse's are nothing and we are all fussing for no reason - that's what i like to tell myself anyway...

my granma

is what i would call "a babe". end of.