Self.

It's been a while since I've posted.

You may have noticed that the season of summer is upon us. Sunny times, barbecues etc. It should be filled with relaxation where instead mine is filled with dread. Dread that at one point i'll have to assemble myself into a bikini and go somewhere where there are many other bikini clad people. The thought of this makes me feel physically sick. Because I know I'll get landed beside the gym bunny. Or the super tanned tall one.

Everywhere you look, it's poster after poster of 'get that summer body now'. :|

It scares me and upsets me at the same time. I will never look like the rest of them.

There's a reason I'm good at bookwork.

Brie? Or perhaps Edam?

''omg, lyk luff yhu hunni, canny wait tul ye come tae ma bit nd we wotch britins goat talent!!''.

Sick of reading stuff like this. Sick of hearing stuff like this when trying to go about my daily business.

Cynical, or just physically repulsed by the saccharin drivel coming from peoples mouths?

''You are the moon, the stars, my cheeky-deeky''. cheeky-deeky. Srsly?

Fair enough, you might ''Love you always, my beautiful sunshine maiden'' but this vomiting maiden in the corner is not amused by the cheese feast you're producing.

'Zomg!! we can watch the stars and imagine what our fairies would be like if they were in like bubbles in like space!' No.

''babe'' - is the person in question a pig?
''honey'' - are they really a confection made by insects?
''Love'' - the person is not the sole emotion.
''chicken-pudding'' - Just fuck off.

Sometimes, i'd like to be able to tune out from the world, but until that point, there's always the music player.