I have inky fingers; it's nice. When I lie on my front, on my elbows, my ears hear poorly, and when I stand, from this position, I get the worst kind of headache.
I'm watching a film called Benny and Joon, with Johnny Depp in. It reminds me a little of What's Eating Gilbert Grape, but maybe that's just because of the mental health overtones.
I can smell steak, and I want to walk by the canal, and never worry about whether I'm normal or not. I want somebody to love me again, I want not to like the boy that I like. I want a job that I enjoy and I want a good degree.
I want a tattoo of a semicolon.
I like finding pictures on weheartit.com and saving them. Some of them are really lovely.
Fantasy isn't good enough.
I want my best friend.
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Hello!

I'm in London with my friend Jemma. I'm absolutely hammered which is just lovely, and we're going to a barbecue soon. I left my suitcase in the pub where we got drunk, but it's okay, because our friend is going to pick it up for me. I love my tattoo. I love that it makes me think of her, and I'm having a nice time. It feels like it brings her along. You probably don't know what I'm talking about. I don't care.
It's hot, and London is still lovely, and my dress is nice. And having been on a train makes me happy. Travel travel :)
Today is good, and the days to follow should be good also. So here's to goodness ..

I think I had a panic attack today. I woke up at about 5 and I couldn't breathe and was shaking and crying. I had to sit on the floor and try and chill myself out. Scary.