Basically I was reading though my blog and I've come to the conclusion that I'm a fucking loser. I drilllllllllllllll about guys who I've got with as if i was fucking them... I wasn't.
Now my life is slighty more interesting I don't feel the need to post it over the Internet to seem 'cool' or whatever the fuck I was hoping to achieve though this blog.
Anyway, the reason why I'm writing (or attempting to write) is because my bestfriend, Sam T Ashcroft, read though my blog then creased for about 5 minutes straight. Then bitched that he wasn't on here. So basically tribute STA, the person who I can trust with my life, who will never let me down, makes me laugh and will slowly kill his liver with me.
I love you.
Happy bitch?