Tuesday, 27 September 2011

twenty year old day dreamer seeks emotional outlet

In a weird way, I'm looking for a release

20 year old, aspiring writer with an unhealthy obsession for Biffy Clyro, generally my views are politically incorrect and some might describe me as filthy minded.

I'm going to work in London soon, I'm scared. I tend to always fancy the wrong boys, maybe that is where I'm going wrong and should start looking at men. I write metaphorically more often than not and am struggling to contain my desire to do this right now. Once, I dated my boss. I had a tattoo and the day after I did it I regretted it and cried, I've grown to love it now. I claim I have really good taste in music but if you get in my car you'll find Miley Cyrus albums. Until this year I've never had a real female best friend - you know the kind you could sit in the bath with - now I've got one, one of my biggest fears is losing her. One day I'm going to live near Newquay, I cannot wait. If you've seen the Biffy Clyro @ Wembley DVD you'll have seen me crying to Machines. I've had my heart broken once but broken four, I recognise that this makes me seem like a heartless bitch. Unlike a stereotypical girl, I never wanted to be a Disney princess I wanted to be Woody. Mostly, I'm a bloody happy person with a deafening laugh. People say I'm 'genuinely nice' quite a lot, I wonder if that means they really think I'm a pushover. Fashion isn't my forte. Winter makes me sad although I enjoy buying and wearing mittens. One day I'll be a party animal.

I'm going to reveal the depths of my heart here.  


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