Turns out I’m not. The only thing that was making me feel slightly better has gone and made me feel a million times more worthless.
I hate these kind of posts, but I guess they help sometimes.
It’s time to start concentrating on me, stop trying to please everyone and start putting my guard up again. The nicer I am, the more I get hurt. Time to start being a cunt and see who is actually worth my time and effort.
Back to uni tomorrow, I am going to spend every spare minute I have in the art studios, concentrating on what I love and what I do best.
This year’s going to be my year. The last few have been wasted on people not even worth mentioning.
Went to see these guys at The Dutchess in York last night.
I was told on the train to York, after last minute decisions on everyone’s behalf to go, that there is nothing better to do in York than drink… how right they were. After a day of eating nothing and swigging glenn’s vodka on the train, I knew it would be a good first experience of York. It is such a quaint place with small pubs and adorable locals. I met so many amazing people last night. Despite the crowd being made up of just me, Brodie, Tori and Lil; we still made it a sick night and I’m pretty sure we were dancing like pricks in the middle of the dancefloor at one point while all the goths from the band before watched in horror. Brilliant.
Plenty of pictures to come of drunken antics/ the band when Toria gets her films sorted.