I want a hero

Hello! I'm lying here, crippled, with college tomorrow and I'm a bit fed up of life. This is when I should be hectic and mental but I've sort of chosen to ignore how much pressure is on me with A levels and universities and half-ex boyfriends and whatnot.

Everything smells like Vicks/cinnamon because of the bodybuilders Tiger balm my mom rubbed on my back. I was just self psycho-analysing (ihateitwhenpeopledothat), and I realise that I'm never going to get married.
I like the chase. being seduced. its funtimes. its relaxed. Therefore I shall have a wedding without the legal binding.

Also, I know I was part of the original old school lot with everyone, and I'm still close to those who matter but I cant help but feel like the in group slightly force themselves away from me. Why would anyone do that? I'm the dogs bollocks.
IF, however, you're not a fan of faux arrogance, i suppose I understand.

The last blog i posted on my last website still remains, I still have dirty dreams about Dave.
Which reminds me, I had a dream about Heavy metal farmer.
A nightmare, rather. I've already alerted Davey. He was in my bedroom, i shant go on.

My mother needs to rub some more of that shit on me, so i'm gone.
be good.

x