New heights.

So guys, its been a while. But I'm back, finally. I've missed so much while I've been away and its felt so good to catch up. I'm on the heartbreak diet which is horrendous in the pain required to get there but every cloud has its silver lining in as much as I cant physically swallow food, so I'm existing on Diet coke and Benson and Hedges, with almost nothing else. I just can't do it. For all the times I wished I didn't have that packet of crisps or slice of pizza, now I can't I wish I could, just so I don't have to feel so empty. I don't feel hungry despite any of this. I've got to admit this is totally new for me. Before in life throw some misery my way and I'd throw a bowl of cheesy pasta straight back at it. But people change.

Got my final 3 exams for this first year of university coming up in just under a months time. Needless to say I'm bricking it and I need get my ass of the internet and into my textbooks, but there's always tomorrow.  Sometimes it feels like I'm talking to myself when I write things like this, because I'm almost sure nobody is reading and even if you are (YES YOU!) I'm so sorry I sounds so bloody mopey. I'm sure by next Friday I'll be in a beer garden in Camden with a Vodka lime soda, forgetting any of the shit with the boyfriend ever happened. That or I'll be drowning my sorrows.  Also when I stopped feeling depressed in the clinical sense, I cut all of my hair off. I now has a bob. I feel like cutting it off made me able to let go of something. All the time with my ex I grew it because he loved it long, and it was kind of like cutting it off was letting go of that part of my life and all its negativity. However whoever said that short hair is easy, LIARS. I spend about twice the amount of time I did before on my hair just trying to get it to stay down, as I'm blessed with waking up every morning with hair life a fluffy sticky-uppy duckling.

Anyways, I'm off to bed because I have workies tomorrow. But I'll be back #terminator. 
Love coming your way if you actually read this drivel I type.