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Ugh, so much for keeping it away from IRL people. Accidentally told my nan everything on the phone, so now she's going to phone Mum and so now I'm waiting for the awkward 'what's all this about?' phone-call. Possible bipolaroid-ness (lol) aside, I'm mostly just upset that I'm back on sodding sertraline after two and a bit years of not having to take anything. Ugh. I want to PUNCH MY BRAIN IN THE NECK. AND I WILL.
Who's coming to my 30th birthday party? I want to swan about with my friends under a marquee in a beautiful grassy park or garden; I want to drink afternoon tea poured from dainty teapots, quaff fizzy pink wine, and nibble fairy cakes and cucumber fucking sandwiches to the sound of a string quartet. And then I want to throw on some heavy fucking metal and party till dawn.
Who's coming to my 30th birthday party? I want to swan about with my friends under a marquee in a beautiful grassy park or garden; I want to drink afternoon tea poured from dainty teapots, quaff fizzy pink wine, and nibble fairy cakes and cucumber fucking sandwiches to the sound of a string quartet. And then I want to throw on some heavy fucking metal and party till dawn.
