i just read
all my old blogs.
and i realise how much of a depressive little cunt i used to be.
im totally different now.
my life has turned around completely. i have new friends, i have been with other guys.
all my past is just memories that i dont even care about.
my life now is at its peak.
5 weeks ago i met this guy called Andi. he is a bit of a chavvy boy. and all my matescan tell im well into him o, for the past 5 weeks we have known eachother we have been together like everyday.
i used to care so much about how i looked around him. but now after like all the times he has seen me, gushing, trippin out, hungover, drunk, no makeup blah, i dont really care. like i do care but i wont get upset about it.
he always says to me 'so what are we doing tomorrow?' because he knowns we will be doing something together, because we always are.
its weird, he doesnt really treat me like him likes me that much, apart from always texting me, and always talking to me, he always chooses to hang aroudnw ith me other than leaving me and going off with him mates.
he does so much for me, he lends me money, he gives me stuff,he shares drugs with me, even tho he knows i will rarely ever have any.
i owe him a tenenr, but im giving that to him out of my birthday money.
thing is, like,, he always gives me there really cute looks, and im not sure what they mean, like really cheeky smiles n stuff. and i dont really know what to think of them.
also we pretty much always share a bed, even if there like other beds. which i rally like, but my mates say he must like me, but i dont know really, if he did im sure he would have made some sort of like indication... like an obvious one.
i dont even care.
im going to bed so i can wake up, look nice and go see him tomorrow.
hopefully tomorrow will be good, im probs guna buy a half gram of md and just get gushing at a party if i can find one.
:)