Trying to take a cute selfie when Missus appears…

Getting ready for afternoon tea and Wicked with my mumma and Bubs!

Getting ready for afternoon tea and Wicked with my mumma and Bubs!

Someone asked me just now, “Does it get better?” and I wanted to share my response:

In a way, it gets easier. What once was such a fervent screaming in your head dies down into an echo, and I think the goal is that that fades away once you immerse yourself into your life again.

It doesn’t go away all of a sudden and I sometimes feel like I’m still so stuck, but time really does change things and you learn how to deal with the little bits of life you’ve avoided.

It reminds me of the quote by C.S. Lewis that says, “Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back, everything is different…”

That’s how it was and still is for me. Now, the calories in a cough drop don’t cause me to go into a hysterical fit, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have break downs about how scary real life is.

It’s not that I have no worries now, it’s just that they’re different. They’re real life worries, but I think that shows growth. So, to answer your question yes, yes it does get better.

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It’s funny because I say that I hate people, but I’ll never hate them as much as I hate myself.


my favorite thing about writing is coming up with an entire storyline and characters and setting in my head and not writing it down

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I just kinda wish I wasn’t on the edge of bawling the whole time…

chocolate biscuits are my weakness :(:(:(.



i wish i was hot enough to make straight girls question their sexuality

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my heart hurts and all I want to do is cry. I’m really not coping at all right now.

I can’t fucking do this.