One man's trash is another man's treasure

I shouldn't be allowed to open my big mouth. I mean, it's not like i ever have anything interesting to say, or that i ever make sense.

'BLAH BLAH BLAH kitchen'

It's not like i have anything worth saying. I either upset people or insult them, say things i regret.

I'm scared. Scared he'll stop loving me. Scared he'll realise what a crap, worthless person i am.

This love i feel, it seems healthy. It's a breath of fresh air.

He's freakin' gorgeous and awesome, and i'm, well... me. It's unequal, unfair. Out of my league much. But he definately loves me. Sometimes i even think he loves me more. Crazy.

Today was good. Unexpected. I have gotten smaller in places, but stayed the same in others. Bought jeans and socks. Turned down a hello kitty t-shirt- i had my reasons, they were personal.

Blood tastes coppery. OM NOM NOM.

Watch out for Nicky Campbell. Keep your children locked up, if they're not already (the government has opinions on that) He is always watching. I cannot possibly warn you enough. Just please, be safe. Turn off your radios at night. And no longer watch Blue Peter, the presenters are all crap since Connie and Matt left.

Making out in front of old people. Not something i do much. Just thought i'd put that out there.