Hey! I’m Chloe, living in London. I blog stuff that makes it hard for me to go on and the music that makes it easier to survive. Then for the hell of it, whatever catches my eye. Want to know more? Go to the About Me page or click the ask button :)
And there was me thinking that I had started to sort out my bulimic tendencies…
Yesterday was good but bad, like enjoyable even though fucked up shit happened.
I was shit faced drunk, made a fool of myself, but that is a reoccurring thing for me so I don’t really give a fuck, SOMEONE SHOOT ME IN THE FUCKING FACE!
Ugh, just why?!?! Why am I a twat when I’m drunk? Why can’t I be like a normal person who is all giddy or whatever?? Urgh.
