I’m currently fanning myself, purring and pouting in spoons. I’m loving my life, missing Los Angeles but hoping that everything happens for a reason. If it doesn’t than i’m pretty much fucked..as i’m hurting a lot more people than neccessary right now, but trying my best to keep everyone smiling. I’m going through a difficult time…that only i know about and oddly smeared in the awfullest orange ‘won’t fucking dry’ fake tan, whilst typing. I feel all streaky and sticky…yet my taking over the world thing is going better than i imagined.. according to stats. How much will i sacrifice in order to get where i wanna be? I’ve always lived my life ‘solo.’ Maybe it’s time i start thinking about others?
Oh on a funnier note..i have a message of the day. It was sent to me by