Geez, I wish Charli would stop ignoring me. I told her how I feel, and now she’s blanking me. Well, talking when she feels like it but no when else :/ Ffs, it’s now just annoying and if she’s going to blank me I’ll just have to get over her. I wish there were more queer girls in my area.


Hello again! Sorry for the long absence, my laptop died and I have only just got a new one. Lots has happened to me since my last post, consisting of;

– Realising I’m completely queer, and gender queer too.

– My friends finding out everything about me.

– Falling in love with a girl who lives a couple of hundred miles away.

I’ll explain these in more detail later.

Check out my youtube: I’ll soon be adding more vlogs and I’m hoping to join a queer collab.

Listen to Alex Day’s album, Parrot Stories, and Ron Pope. They’re beautiful. ❤

Also, I’ve hopefully now got my work experience sorted in a place called Astrium, where they build satellites. I’m so happy as I’ve wanted to work here for a while but thought I wouldn’t be able to, but my dad and step mum tried hard and got me an interview 😀

The heart is a fickle thing.

November 25, 2009

Mine certainly is anyway.

So, one day I’m on the verge of falling in love with him, and the next it’s all gone tit’s up. He’s smothering me; I literally feel like I can’t breathe.  He calls me beautiful every other sentence – adorable in practice but very annoying in theory. I’m a independent woman, and although I always wanted to feel loved, I never wanted to feel tied down which is what he’s doing. He’s wanting a big serious relationship, when I just want a fling, make out for a bit, make eachother feel special and it’s over before it’s started. I’d much prefer lots of those than one huge thing. May sound like a ho, but life is just more fun that way.

He’s also trying to stop me self harming. Now, a lot of people have tried to do that but I hoped as a ex-self harmer him self he would realize that I need to do it, but no, he’s trying to make me stop. Tonight I did it worse than I have in a long while, and felt suicidal again – the opposite feeling I had hoped for when I was in a relationship. He’s trying to change one of the major things that makes me, ‘me’, and I don’t like it.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s brilliant. He’s sweet, and funny, and a good kisser. But I don’t feel anything in return. I know most girls would be really happy with him and I know I’m selfish and stupid for not liking him but I can’t help it. My life is screwed up enough already without an extra complication. Unfortunately I could never bring myself to dump him, so I’m gonna have to live with it for as long as I can. Maybe it’s just my BPD (No, not doctor diagnosed but I’m 99.9% sure I have it), and I’ll really like him again tomorrow. Who knows.

Young girls move on fast.

November 24, 2009

I met a new guy on Friday, and now he’s my first ever boyfriend. And I swear he’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.

I know it sounds stupid, as I told the other guy I liked him on Thursday, but if he doesn’t like me back then what’s the point? And my new fella makes me feel like the most important girl in the world, and the brilliant news is since I’ve been talking to him I haven’t wanted to self harm *dances* . I can’t stop smiling when I’m with him, and it’s a natural smile, not one I’ve forced to keep others happy.

One slight issue – I’m 14, and he’s 19 nearly 20. But it doesn’t feel like that when I’m with him, and personally, I think that’s all that matters. He makes me happy, and I really like him. Also, he promised he would never try it on with me, and knows his boundaries.

So, yay for tall skinny guys with black emo hair and dark brown eyes that I could stare into for hours. Yay for guys who make you feel like the most important girl in the world. And yay for guys who love you for who you are, without having to change a thing.

(Sorry about the title, Gwen Stefani moment.)

Okay, so I saw my shrink, an it all went well. Except for the fact she really wants to tell my mum that I’m seeing her.

No way. Not now, not ever, thanks.

Ooooon the other hand, seeing the guy who I’m in love with and have been for years tonight, and am planning on telling him how I feel..  it’s weird though, most of my feelings for him have been gone for a month or so. Maybe that’s why I have the courage now to tell him. He’s so hot, and so nice. Unfortunately I don’t think he feels the same. Oh well, tonight I’ll find out. ♥

So, I self harm. And I just did. Now, I feel fucking guilty, like always.

Viscous circle, eh?

Oh well. I’ve done it for three years, and probably will for another three, and three after that

And no, nothing you or anyone else can say will stop me. People have tried, and all have failed. Have a appointment with a shrink on Wednesday, and I’m shitting a brick about it. Suicidal teenager gets told she’s messed up. I knew that thanks, anything new? No, didn’t think so. I’ll probably just get drugged up and shoved along. If I get sectioned, I swear I’ll scream. God, I hope I don’t.

Best bit? My parents and best friends have no idea I’ve contacted my doctor, that I’m on the verge of killing myself, or am failing in school. Except one; Kelda, I love you.