You think you’re different, but I wonder if you’ve realised that everybody is the same?

I was just thinking about how easy it used to be to get female attention when I was a scene kid. Stand around looking pretty with a fringe and girls jeans and have a tidal wave of girls come at you.

Now nothing of the sort happens, I actually have to compete with real men in the real world… I hate the fact I’m not in my teens any more sometimes. I don’t like growing up. 

Long time no see you bunch of…

Another attempt at finding somewhere to note my thoughts down has lead me back to Tumblr yet again, maybe I’ll actually just start this again properly and unfollow anyone who I followed out of politeness, later realising they post mundane shit. 

Or maybe I’ll just come on here and complain every now and then to anyone who’ll listen, and post photos of  myself once in a blue moon to get some reassurance of a bunch of people I don’t know. Then again, maybe I’m getting a bit old for this shit now….

So I might come back on here for a while. I’m struggling to find a way of writing down what I feel without scribbling it on my walls. Instead of talking about myself, though, I’m just going to post everything in the form of advice, inspiration or food for thought for anyone reading.

I think Tumblr is horribly narcissistic, I just happen to have a few followers on here from the old days who were alright and all that. So this is as good a place as any. 

Peace.

In my break away from Tumblr, I’ve decided that instead of writing about how much I hate everything, I will will write about how much I love everything in the most sarcastic way possible. That way I still get it off my chest, and I make people laugh instead of depressing them. Make sense? 

By the way, did I mention that I’m just in love with Celebrity Big Brother at the moment? The way it has enhanced the persona of the coolest guy in Reservoir Dogs, the way they have put that guy from X Factor in so we can all anticipate him sniffing some coke on national TV that he smuggled in between his arse cheeks, next to the names of all the classy ladies he’s shared a bed with. Or the way a stunning underwear model is getting close with someone my age, from my area. It’s just a shame I’m not on that wonderful show, The Only Way Is Essex, so I too could woo models with my amazing acting abilities and charming personality. It just fills my heart with joy. 

So I might start Tumblin’ again, well more than once every month anyway. What dya’ll think? Christmas is just round the corner and my money has run out, consequently meaning my social life has died too, so it’s a good time.

Come to think of it, I wonder if any of you even remember me…

Well hello there Tumblr. Been a hell of a long time hasn’t it? I remember when I was on here every day. Well I’ve been run into the ground recently, uni/work all week, then being a 16 year old on the weekends, it’s pretty hectic.

Hope you’re all well, I might post something that you all actually want to read on here soon.

Peace

Not even gonna lie, I’m in my 2nd year of uni now and I just want a girlfriend so I can settle down for a bit. I’m meant to be buckling down to my work, I don’t have time to go out partying and meeting girls. Apply within.