I’m really bored and want to bump my blog posts up a bit, and also need to make it known I wanna post some stories! Here’s one from age ago I scribbled down;
- day 07 - your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality.
I’m an Aries. According to most of the things I’ve read about Aries, I should be assertive, strong, arrogant, stubborn, creative, and a strong leader. I’m also meant to be loyal, trusting, and a fantastic lover. Willing to commit, and highly ambitious. I think that’s pretty much me, so yeah, that works out quite well.
- day 08 - a moment you felt the most satisfied with your life.
Fuck, I don’t know. Is anyone fully satisfied? I honestly could not tell you.
- day 09 - how you hope your future will be like.
What everyone wants - easy, full of money, with a loving family, free of pain. I don’t care what I’m doing, or where I’m living, as long as it has the above.
- day 10 - discuss your first love and first kiss.
First love. I’d have to say, my first proper love, was Alan. Everyone on this fucking planet probably knows that. Discussing it is always painful. We talked, we met, we fell in love, he tossed me aside and led me on, I spiralled into a vicious circle of drinking and smoking, then met Dean, and became happy. Simple. I try to blank it from my mind, because we only tend to remember the good things the most.
I don’t even remember my first kiss well, only that it was bad and slobbery. Ew.
- day 02 - where you’d like to be in 10 years.
Where I’d like to be? Fuuck. In 10 years? Hmm..
In that time I’ll hopefully have at least one job, and finished college and uni. Hopefully married or living with Dean - what? He’s a babe and I want to keep him forever. Maybe having a job as a freelance photographer, and living out of Dundee. Maybe Edinburgh or London. Not asking for much, just something I’ll enjoy! :3
- day 03 - your views on drugs and alcohol.
Drugs; Get to fuck. I don’t care if you do them, I don’t care if you wreck your life with them, you’ll get no sympathy from me. Taking that shit is your own choice, man. Just keep that crap away from me.
Alcohol; It’s not a bad thing, really. Can help ease the awkwardness in social situations. Just seriously; I hate the people that drink every day in town outside, calling anyone who doesn’t join them losers for not wasting their life. Sorry mate, I actually want to remember my weekends, and not lose my dignity for a cheap, £2-bottle-of-cider thrill.
day 04 - your views on religion.
I’m really laid back about this, so I won’t write much. Believe what you want, but just don’t change it so people like you. Be proud of what you believe in. Also, don’t fucking shove it down my throat. You have your beliefs, I have mine. You will never change my mind, so don’t bother.
day 05 - a time you thought about ending your own life.
Really? Do I have to write this?
Well, it’s happened a couple of times. Ever been just that ill, that you can’t honestly imagine yourself getting better? Like, you completely forget what it was like to be healthy? It’s like that. Obviously I would never actually kill myself, it’s an insanely selfish thing to do, and weak. But you can’t help thinking it at least one in your life.