The House is a mess and the fresh scent that welcomes me home each day no longer lingers.
My mum spends half her days in bed sleeping while Phoebe and Bobby are free to run wild about the house.
The animal’s food bowls are 3/4 empty all the time.
I see My dad for a few hours each day and then he leaves back to his own life.
My brother is a ghost to me, not even worthy of the title stranger. I don’t know him.
My mother’s lost the will to care.
We’re 3 people living in one house but that’s all we are. we’re not a family, this is not what a family is. We don’t know each other.
There’s no routine and no stable friendships, you don’t know whats coming or going.
When you need to vent you go through your phone contacts, each one not appropriate to call at such a time and pout your heart out, and the ones that are appropriate don’t even live in the same country anymore.
That’s why you resort to resuscitating an ancient web diary, a blog you haven’t used in months almost.
Because you know theres no one else.
What’s happened to my life.
I like how the day I choose to start up my tumblr again its being all slow and “Sorry this page cannot be recognized”
it’s like god’s tellin’ me “Oh nos, Dont do it!”
We get you have this newfound reputation to live upto with your songs, outfits, look and music videos.
but really, the thousands/millions of dollars you are spending on music video’s that make no sense and are clearly for show so little girls that look upto your vag flashing self go “omgzZ look at that fancy ting in her hairz” is basically, money wasted.
Want to help the aids/HIV infected people? and the gay community?
Use the excess amount of money you insist on spending on your ‘oh sew creative’ [yeah right] music videos, and donate it
kthnks.
Oh by da wai; Your fringe looks ridiculous.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]so much love for this song.
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me & Holly on Friday.
Baileys <3
I look like a pure cheesing gimp.
Wrecked.
Goodtimes. |-)
My cat is purring on my chest. and honestly she smells like shes been rolling in her own piss.
So Unlady Like Phoebe, Seeeeew Unlady Like.
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