I don’t really know what’s going on with my life but I’ve just convinced myself that I’ve offended all of my friends somehow but I probably haven’t but what if I have OMG.
Also I just paid way too much money for train tickets to the olympics because I was dumb enough to forget to tell them I have a railcard and now I have no money because I spent it all supporting the olympics which is apparently a bad thing.
OH AND I HAVE TO WRITE A SHORT STORY IN THE NEXT WEEK AND I JUST REMEMBERED I CAN’T WRITE.
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?
More importantly why am I suddenly freaking out about it right now?
More more importantly why have I reached the point where illustrating my problems with gifs and images and then posting it on tumblr makes me feel better?
EDIT: I’ve decided I’m going to just sit and read ‘The Girl who Played with Fire’ BECAUSE SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO MAKE MYSELF SUFFER.