had the worst day ever. I hate dealing with the police, 

I just want to cuddle and have everything go back to normal. feels like someone has been sitting on my chest all day :c 

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I’m battered, exhausted, bruised, hungover (still) and dying. 

good one. 

my theory of “try to drink as much as you can before you go out” ended up making me so drunk that I spent a silly amount on booze anyway. 

I kept trying to show everyone my new lace pants. oh dear. 

then I was woken up at god knows what time by my flatmate crawling into my bed and shouting at me for hogging the pillows. then spooning. 

just finished a KFC and I’m dying :c 

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