i spent the whole weekend screaming ‘mummy, my feet hurt’; all over nottingham, and now I have to pull a double all nighter to finish my dissertation.
I’ve just remembered when she pretended to listen while i tried to describe what being ill is like, but then she cut me off w/ some constructive criticism re: my jeans. hmmm yes parental disapproval
she just told me that i’m not allowed to be messy because no man is going to want a messy girl.
WTF The Julie Ruin are playing Leeds the day after my exams finish?
today, i bought lingerie. it was exciting. today, i am a woman
my mum spent the whole day criticizing me and I only stormed off once. i’m getting better