Dull.

This is dull.

This is me. I feel weak.

I am listening to bastille curled up in my bed, wondering how I got into this mess that in reality, I cannot put words to, I don't know how to describe a mess I don't understand, it mightn't even be one. Feels like one though.

I miss my friends, I miss Prudhoe river, I miss spending my lovely 2012 with my lovely girls.

I'm not allowed to attend bex's cousins party because despite my invite from her, bex's step dad doesn't like me and he's violent, so i'm better off in my bed, safe and hidden. Makes me feel like shit though.

I want my cat and I am going to eat some of the brownie that I made yesterday, they are fabulous.