Lauras Pool Party. Bet you a fiver one of us will be severely injured in/around the pool. And we’ll end up sleeping cuddling the dog again. I still have the photo evidence that happened last time. &I’m sat here giggling to myself at the fact that the pair of us haven’t actually been taken home in a bodybag yet, or got into trouble when we’ve been out&absolutely...
Love is a myth.
I need some company.
The dark horse out of my friends. Sometimes it bothers me that I’m so totally different from them. That I sort of don’t fit in. But then I remember it’s for that reason exactly that they do love me. That I am a bit crazy&messed up, different. We’re all so different, but so similar it’s scary. It’s why we all get on so well, we’re like a little...
Anonymous asked: You should have more self confidence than you do, you are very attractive and seem like a really nice guy. So smile, because you have every reason too.
Roll on August 4th.
It will be a monumental day&night. I can feel it in my blood&bones. It’s going to be the first time Mike, Laura, Becky, Simone, Mandy&I have been together for far, far, far too long. And that makes me sad. But it does make these sort of occasions ten times more meaningful. Sun, the sea, a swimming pool, BBQ, plentiful drinks, my bro&gorgeous girls, what more could I ask...
I miss so much.
I miss my friends. I miss uni. I miss having my own space. I miss being able to drink myself into a stupor by 4 in the afternoon. I miss lectures. I miss our class. I miss cooking with my bro. I miss the Uni girls, so bad. I want to be able to smoke¬ be paranoid about it. I want a girl please. Please find me.
following tumblrs about male models is very bad...
(via dirtyfilthyrich) What he said.
Thinking of making a video.
Then I remember I’m painfully awkward&noone would care. Damn.
Lately I’ve also realised I’d be about a hundred times more attractive if I had a shred of confidence.
I guess it’s time for a serious post. It’s been a while. Plus the fact I get paranoid about my posts/writings&always end up deleting them minutes later. I e-mailed my Dad last night, in reply to one he sent me about a month ago. It’s without a shadow of a doubt the hardest thing i’ll ever have to do, until we rebuild some semblance of a relationship. And I know I...
Just gunna drop out of education
cigarettesandcoffeee: And sell my body.