i need a home.
a place near friends.
and some serious time in london.
oh and my birthday is in a month, and i dont think i even care.
i just want to hide.
it's like a looming mark of failure. going... hey! you were supposed to do so much this year... in this life... but uh, you're in the same place as last year.
i'm a weirdo. i'm such a girl, albeit an adventurous one in the body of a 20something woman with the sense of humor and random tendencies of an english rudeboy who happens to have a very old, very tender and very merry soul... who happens to be absolutely mad & likes music a lot.
anyone know a good therapist?