I’ve been an absolute fucking nasty hormonal brat lately who is hypocritical when others are fucking nasty hormonal brats. I cannot handle criticism because I think I deserve the best in the world and I am used to getting everything. I am sorry to all involved inc. mum, dad, Nicole, Mr Brown & Mrs Grant (lol), people at dancing and probably more people who care about me.
On other news I have finished writing a letter en français pour ma famille d’accueil! (future host family!). Sorry I can’t help myself from speaking in French sometimes I get really really really excited and I have to do it.
On other other news I’m scared about next year and I want to retire now.
Today at work I rinsed all these plates and stacked them up really high and took them to the kitchen to be washed. The ground was slippery and I became aware that there was a pretty big chance that I could slip over and the plates would fall on top of me, or I would drop them and fall, smashing my face into shards of porcelain. That was one of the scariest thoughts of my life. Imagine if my face became unregonisable. I know I would lose friends and confidence and happiness and lovers and job opportunities. Your face is such a defining factor of who are it is super scary to think you could lose it essentially.
“And thinks it’s really funny when her nose goes bloody
‘cause the blow is so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty
and makes her act more friendly
dance the night away”—Mickey Avalon - So rich, so pretty (via theblacksocks)