sick to death of waking up in the night and having panic attacks. my head fucking hurts.
June 2013
if you can’t laugh during sex, you might not be doing it with the right person
so ridiculously true
i hate fathers day and that is all.
What happened with you and Kieron?
we broke up for numerous reasons and then he accused me of cheating on him when i never did. i wrote him a letter explaining exactly what happened with coburn and myself so that he knew the truth but i guess that wasn’t enough. we then had this conversation the night he read the letter
and then 8 days later he was shagging her in a tent.
it’s a bit shit really because i thought she was an alright girl until i realised that i’d judged her completely wrong and she was the complete opposite. so yeah, he’s on the rebound. it annoys me that he’s been such a hypocrite, but i guess he’s got to try and force happiness with someone.
I love that you're a cheater. It's sexy as hell. Would you hook up with a married man?
what sort of question even is this
i feel rather quite broken but it’s okay because i watched a movie that coburn told me to watch because it made him this of us and he said the girl was just like me and he felt like the guy and i watched it and now i feel okay. being able to call him my boyfriend is such a good feeling. i got to see him for half an hour today so that improved my day, even if i did go major spaz when he said bye. christ i’m embarrassing. i walked into school looking and feeling like death. i do still feel like it, but i can push it aside for now. i didn’t end up going to see the councillor on monday because i really couldn’t face it. the rewind session is meant to help unpick the flashbacks but i don’t want to spend almost an hour focussing on two of the most horrid moments of my life. ughh. anyway. i’m trying really hard to keep myself together this week. i’ve been writing more and even though its a jumbled cringey mess, it helps a bit. i can’t think straight but i think i just need cobe. he seriously does make me feel better.
