I've never understood myself, I'm an absolute nutter.
One day, I won't leave my room and convince myself the world is better off without my failure ass.
14 hours later I'm trotting around the place like a 6 year old on her birthday.
At the moment I'm listening to one of the saddest sounding songs I've ever heard that rightfully should be turning me into blow-my-brains-out Gen. Instead I'm having a right old giggle because I feel like a dotty old nanna with my big cardigan, one shoe on and a spoon hanging from my mouth. Grinning like the world is made from pink cotton candy and we ride unicorns to class. Shit that would be handy. If I had a unicorn I'd want a gold one.
Aaaaand that above sentence is why I think I'm off my tree.
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