;squeezing the ingrown hair out of the bottom of my legs. srsly.

I think french is the biggest burden of my life. I’m not going to cry over it, I’m just going to sit here and watch the little black hairs tear up through my skin and spin like dazed, shrunken ballerinas - it is a lot more…

i depend solely on one person, and i’m about to loose him and it terrifies me. i’ve lost myself and all my other beautiful friends to addiction….

i have my french oral GCSE next monday and i am rather certain that, unless through some stroke of french genius i manage to muster something up, i will not be able to answer a single question. my target is an A*…….i’m utterly screwed.i don’t even fucking care anymore. but i want to care. GOOD LUCK TOMORROW!