Although i am having the most fun time here in Tenerife i cant deny that i am so emotionally drained. I miss my mum and my family and my friends. I miss real food and even the spar. I miss music and Bobby. I miss tea and biscuits. I miss crackers and cheese and pate. I miss Oliver and Seedy. I dont miss Poulton yet. Same shit music too much hype. I miss faithfulness. I miss Jamie and spotify. I miss Andrews awful jokes. I miss nicely dressed boys. Actually. How he dresses i care zero aslong as he dont spill my drink. I miss Harry Potter dvds. Dvds in general. I miss normality. I miss my full wardrobe and jeans and hoodies. I miss quilts and fires. I miss fishnets and Henry Holland tights. I miss unlimited internet.
I love here though. I love juicees. I love my shorts but hate being nocturnal. I love my bracelets of bruises. But not faces.
This wont make sense to you but i HAVE to get it off my chest.
Even if i get away theres always a part of me willing to stay. This what happens if you mess around.
check check check check. A bottle for the trouble. Love you all.
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