last night made me realise that although i’ve not been apart from my best friends that long, there are a lot of things they don’t know about me anymore.
wut?
Why aren’t you here when I need you.
I haven’t cried this much since I broke up with Richard.
so, what’s up buttercup?
(via willitbethiswayforever)
i’m home, mum’s not here to get me, turns up for an hour at 12, goes back out to work, comes back, anouk’s being mardy, mum goes back out again at 7, doesn’t come home until now, meanwhile i’ve been looking after the brat who’s rude and obnoxious to me the minute mum’s gone. i was so looking forward to coming home, to seeing everyone and i’m sick of it all already and want to go home. plus i told liam and he told me to get over it and get used to it, i had another 2 years of it, which i did not take well at all, so he stopped texting me.
i’m not there anymore, i’m back in doncaster.
Asshole.
