spinning whispers.

My head is a mess this weekend. I really thought I was getting on top of everything, then curve ball. Someone sort my head/life out.

I don't know what I'm doing

I never get invited to do anything and then when I do get invited (to do stuff I actually want to do!) I've got a banging headache and other stuff to do. Going to bed at half nine on a Saturday when I should be eating Chinese food and being stupid with people. Life is hard.

I don't know how I feel but I'm sick of talking about September. Everything's going to shit for me too.

Why can't someone just organise something for my birthday so I don't have to stress. I hateeee my birthday hatttteeee.

I think about what I know about my father now and what I knew about him a year ago and I want to go back. I want to go to a place where having a relationship with him is possible and easy. That place only exists in the past.