Literally don’t think I could be in a worse mood and it’s over totally stupid stuff. It’s my birthday next week and it’s my 21st. I planned loads of shit which probably isn’t going to happen and I’m totally skint. And now my mam, bless her heart, has organised drinks with the family and asked me to invite friends for me to realise that I have in total 2 friends. I might as well just sit in my house and drink.
Sometimes, just sometimes I wish I wasn’t me.