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just another overweight teenager who has no real goals in life except to work in lidl for free £4.95 champagne. i like jam sandwiches and i always wear a hat. i always wanted to be called felicity, but emily it is. that's my name.

an entry a day (basically a more clean version of this blog, the same entries but just more broken down and no random entries i'll stop rambling now)

Shit mood is shit. Shit hair is shit. Shit face is shit. Mum and dad have been arguing all day pretty much and it has really brought down my mood. Dads just walked out the house and mums trying to be positive but she just completely broke down and I don’t know what the fuck to do, she asked to be left alone. I thought I’d come and vent. That’s all I had to say really. Fuck knows what tomorrow will bring, I just want everything to be normal for once, is that really to much to ask for?!

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