I had a dream once that the love of my life told me I should go kill myself, that she never loved me and that anyone would be a fool to. So, I went to find a bear in a forest near Devizes, which I did, and as he towered above me I did nothing and said “Kill me. Please.” He froze right there and just stared at me. It was after that brief but lingering moment of quiet that the bear came down and offered me a paw of friendship. There, in the forest I stayed, a friend to the animals but only to them, knowing that no human would ever love me like one woman once did nor the way I loved her.
I took it as a sign and did what had to be done. There are no bears in Devizes, nor are they my friends.
I hate my life.
I want bear friends…
I’m not sure what that story had to do with anything…
My new facebook cover.
I think they’ll get the picture and my friend list will soon shrink from 145 to a manageable 10 and those who are my real friends will add me on tumblr.
Where people aren’t idiots.
Like people are on facebook.
Apparently the most depressing facebook status I’ve ‘ever, ever’ posted.
I’m over it, just gonna drink a bottle of wine and read the same page in my year book over and over again.
I’d like to thank my university for always keeping me down, my ex girlfriend for making me incapable of being normal or happy ever again, the foreign press (of course) and my parents.
I have 33 people in my block list - 25 Ex and friends of ex and people from high school who may have passed the ex on the street or breathed the same air as her that one time. The rest I don’t even remember. Who are you and why don’t I like you?!?
My new facebook cover photo.
Just so people know I would rather drown a bag of kittens and puppys, than have to walk past them on the street.
Ass hole: Does your girlfriend know that you’re gay?
Me: Does your boyfriend know that you’re straight?





