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The only blog I can read now is Ferns. Super sadness.

Work sucks, I know.

My throat hurts.
I might be going to England this summer. probably not but  maybe.

Ow.

I'm warm.
brainfuzz.

I miss MX so much. When errybodee be online at once and just one happy family. Where did you all go?
I never reply when I get comment on here cause I'm usually on my phone, so I don't see them.

I hate you. You followed me and unfollowed me. You may not know it but you actually tear my feelings apart. But I put on a brave nonchalent face because I've been ridiculed abotu liking someone way out of my league before, and I'm not going back there, nor dragging you down with me.

I'm sorry about you and your girlfriend. Some things just don't last.
Same to you.

Happy birthday. I miss you. But hanging out with you feels awkward. You make me feel tall again, which brings back bad memories and stupid feelings and ridiculous behaviour.

You think I seem sad when I'm left alone for an hour? You should see me at the weekends.

I cut again. I was bored. Mam, Dad and three people in school saw it cause I'm careless. I lied and said I caught my arm on the bathroom counter. Only one seemed doubtful. Am I that good a liar?

I never vlogged tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Prolly not. After ISL on Wednesday, fer sure.

I would make more of an effort, I want to. But I never have anything to say, and your replies are too brief. I'm sorry for being such a useless friend to you.
To all of you.
To anyone who has ever spoken to me.
I'm sorry for being whiny and self depreciative and uncaring and selfish and self-centered and insulting to mankind. I don't mean to be. But I am.

I watched teh BBCs last episode of Sherlock. I won't lie. I cried. Even though I knew the truth. Martin Freeman is an incredible actor.
I believe in Sherlock Holmes.

I've lost weight again. Not much. But a bit. Which I'm happy about.
9 stone is far enough away yet though.
So is a C cup.

My knee is in bits.

I finished Season three of How I Met Your Mother.

I want Daniel Radcliffe to narrate my life.

Follow me on Twitter and Tumblr. pickweasley for both. No caps.

CAPITOL LETTERS ARE NOT CRUISE CONTROL TO COOL.

I miss old chat.

Fuck yeah, nostalgia.

Feliks taught me that word.

And Hiddun taught me the word inferred.

He's the only guy I feel comfortable talking to. Ever.
Kinda wish I could meet him. But that might ruin it.

One Directions fandom is actually top notch. Comical genius. And the boys themselves seem quite nice too.

Wish I had a talent. Like singing or drawing or even writing. Dancing, playing an instrument. Acting. Sports, animals, arts and crafts, photo taking cause calling it photography is pretentious, anything. I just wish I felt like I had something to contribute to the world.

What am I going to do when I leave school?
I can hardly work in the bookshop forever.
And it would cost too much to open my own.
I wanna go to America.
And fall in love.
Just once.
Kiss in the rain.
Stay together against the odds.
Then breakup mutually, rather than dumping on another.

I wish I had a reason to cry.

Bad spelling and grammar isn't good enough a reason.

My watch is purple.

Who wants to sponser a trip to America, specifically Vidcon, for me? Then a tour of America to see everyone from my online adventures.
wow. I miss you guys more than I thought.
Fuck off, tear. Get out of my nose.
Nose, stop dripping. You are not a faucet.


Just breathe.