People think that my life is really exciting, I suppose what you read on here make a it sound like that... but it isn't. I show you a tiny part of my life. I pick out the good parts to show you.
I talk about my friend a lot, the fact that I find it hard to have things in common with them. I've sais this and I'll say it again, I've grew up way before anyone else. When they say "should we go town" I think of alcohol and dancing on table tops, not walking round town bored. They sit in their little groups and talk shit while I sit alone, snapchatting someone. That isn't exciting.
I also talk about boys quite a lot, I did at one point have 2 boys at the same time (I've worded that bad for a reason, I need it to sound bad) I literally had my fall back and my man, but my man let me down... I didn't want the same as him. This happened 3 times. 3 times I've fell out with someone because... we'll they just don't make me happy. I've always had my fall back though, I've always had that tiny bit if control and power to press a button and BAM! Back to normal. But really, this isn't exciting, it's degrading. Knowing someone uses you for 10 minutes then "done😉" this isn't exciting either.
This blog wasn't to hurt anyone, it was to express my feelings with you lot, to let you know how I feel. I know one day one of my friends are going to come across this and think "what a bitch" but there the type of people I don't want to be friends with... because it's 2014 and you get judged. More than you will ever know. You'll get judged for your hair to what bra you wear. Do what you want. Be who you want. Then it might be exciting, maybe.
Mwah
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