Doing some artwork that I really couldn't give two shits about.
I'm in such a weird place right now.
I used to love everything and everyone and I was so happy that I glowed.
Like, it used to radiate from my entire fucking body.
Now my throat is coarse from smoking, every other worse I use is a swear word and let's face it, i'm about as optimistic as a manic-depressive.
And I don't know why.
I don't like you anymore, I fell out of love with you a long time ago, I just never realised it until a few days after it all blew up.
I thought I needed to get drunk and kiss lots of people and just generally twat about to make me feel better.
And to a certain extent it did, shows i've still got it.
But I don't need anything to feel "better".
What's so good about feeling "better" anyway?
All it is is just a notch above how you currently feel.
Well fuck the notch.
Fuck everything.
I'm not "better" at all!
I'm "better off".
And I feel it too.
I have lots of work to do and will probably only have around 4 hours sleep before school, but I will do my hair, put some lippy on, and some of my nicer clothes and I will head to sixthform and face a pretty grim looking day with a grin.
Pretty disgusting photo, but sod it.
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