On second thought, I don’t think I’ll go back to using tumblr too much. I’m going to start a real blog. An interesting blog with a theme and more than just cute pictures (unless I take them myself or they are just relevent) and memes (I will have none).
I will not ask what air is, I will not reblog, I will do something creative with it rather than just give the illusion of creativity, and I will not screenshot (unless I must).
I will stick by these rules. Otherwise I’ll just come back here.
I’m surprised to see I still have 57 followers.
Did you guys just forget about me? Or were you secretly hoping I’d post again? :D
Wow it’s been a while since I’ve been on tumblr.
It’s actually really funny to think back (and look back on all the posts I made) and realise how people really got me down.
Looked at the messages I had waiting for me and one said I’m the biggest slut in Cairns. All I could think about was how terrible their grammar and spelling is.
Yeah, sometimes it helps to be an emotionless, cynical bitch.
But I really just couldn’t give a fuck about someone calling me a slut who won’t even show me their name. Oh and the fact that they obviously looked for my profile to say that I’m a slut. What a sad life they must lead.
Today I’m having an ugly day.
Ah it’s just a bad day in general.
At least I have the series of Doctor Who and the record player that I bought to cheer me up.
I think I might go watch the Doctor and fall asleep listening to sad vinyls.
Why am I so out of the loop?
What’s going on? I don’t even know any more.
What am I supposed to do? It’ll die if I trap it inside, but it will probably be eaten by something or die of the cold if I let it out.
Why do I feel like this?
Of course, listening to Blink 182 probably isn’t helping.
And why can’t I seem to find one to call my own?
