I could really go for some hard core snuggling right now. Not sure why I’m in such a shite mood but I am. Yay.
Posting much more on instagram these days as it’s easier to use on my phone. If you want to know snippets of what’s happening in my life, I’m @sollochs 👍
Somebody at work mentioned my scars to another colleague, who is thankfully lovely, and now I feel even more shit. It’s too hot to wear long sleeves all the time and there’s nothing I can fo about them anyway. Fuck.
Eleanor Parker filming Scaramouche (1952)
I got a job! Working for the same pub company as Jess but at a different location. Finally!
I also got calls about interviews with another pub and a nursery plus an email about an interview at McDonald’s! I don’t get anything for weeks and then 6 interviews all at once! The only one that I would be interested in would be the nursery as the pay might be slightly better BUT I’ll be getting tips at the pub so it’ll probably even out. And I’ve always wanted to work in a pub.
I’m really happy about this, but I’m feeling do depersonalused at the moment that I can’t really comprehend or even care that much.
Thank you to everyone for the hugs yesterday (and over the last few weejs). I will reply to you all eventually but I’m finding it hard to keep in touch with people at the moment because of my mental state and through only having Internet on my phone (and it’s a Blackberry, so no Tumblr app :( )
Really struggling right now. Even though I haven’t SH in 5 days (which given the past few months is a big fucking deal) I feel like I’m living in a nightmare. I haven’t felt like this since just before I left London.
I tried to make an emergency appt. With my therapist today but I couldn’t get hold of her. So instead I’ve buckled down and tried to keep myself busy. I dyed my hair, went to the library and printed if 20 CVs, and applied for about 15 jobs. I just got an interview for tomorrow for a job that would be perfect for me so fingers crossed! I also have another interview tomorrow. I’d better get one of them. I NEED a job. Jess can’t continue working 45-48 hour weeks. It’s killing her. I feel so useless. I would do just about anything to earn some money right now.
Let’s “cuddle” and when I say cuddle I mean aggressively makeout and grab me everywhere
I never knew Javert went to Beauxbatons.
Well, he is French.
NOW THE SINGING MAKES SENSE
I don’t regret anything.
THANK YOU, IT IS PERFECT