And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via floreses)
[[MORE]]I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this.
[[MORE]]I didn’t realise I signed my life over when I signed the contract for my part-time, minimum wage, dead end, non-career piece of shit job. Sure I’ll do 40 hours for you even though I’m on a 16 hour contract, you don’t need to ask. Sure I’ll go through to Glasgow for 3 days in a row with complete strangers for a training session I don’t need, and only get...
We didn’t talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And...– The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via jpaige)
[[MORE]]I started writing a diary again. I used to keep daily diaries when I was a teenager but they pissed me off too much when I read them back. They were filled with such shit I’d rather forget, so why keep them? I tore them up and threw them away. The new one isn’t a “Dear Diary, I did this today,” kind of thing, I’m not Bridget Jones, it’s just something...
[[MORE]]I really am great at putting a downer on things when I should be happy. Just the best.
Which of these books shall I read next?
Has anyone read any? I’d love some recommendations :) (ignore the cat book, that’s how I vent my crazy)