DON’T WORRY TAHLIA WE’RE TAKING CARE OF POLFIN.

don’t.fucking.cry.

i smell so bad today. i had to keep my cardigan on at college because i didn’t want to give hairy armpits bad press.

last night i slept in johns bed and we were so fidgety and restless so we kicked our legs in the air and farted then went to sleep.

adri just walked in, threw chocolate at me, then left.

well hey, i haven’t cried today. progress.

i make these weird involuntary noises when i remember something embarrassing, to kind of push the though out of my head. everyone’s in bed now and i’m just wandering around the house bleating like some socially challeged lamb.

i wanna be able to run and climb and punch and i want to be able to do it now, without putting any work in.

i really need to get fit.

rubbish.

neville is filling in for tom as the role of “little spoon” at the moment. he’s so fluffy on my belly! he kneeds his claws into me while he’s dreaming tho. i think he thinks i’m mummy cat. i want to live with a fluffyfluff!
it’s nice staying at my mum’s but she keeps feeding me and i want to kill my sisters a lot of the time. also i’m terrified to answer the phone incase it’s a ~rElaTivE~

i’ve tried watching TV twice since being back at my mum’s and i just can’t do it.

it’s too WRONG.

my squat is being evicted and i’m not even there to say goodbye :’(

R.I.P colorama 2, long live the squirrels!

can’t stop cringing at myself.

uma just said to me

“you’re beautiful”

then whispered

“…like a diamond”