rain is bullshit. yup that is my professional opinion. what kind of weather is rain? like really, and i don't mean thunderstorm hurricane rain i mean shitty normal rain. its not fun. its not exciting. all it does is get your face so wet that you look like one of those people who has obviously overdone it with the power walking and is now sweating out of a gratuitous amount of pores. anyways, now I've finished that minor rant (yeah you got off lucky this time) I'm gonna hit you with a list.BOOM! 10 things i dislike (my hatred is like my USP don't judge)
10) the colour orange
9) safety lighters.....like wtf is a safety lighter
8) when people eat out of Tupperware
7) the weird plastic balls you get in a shop when you get something gift wrapped
6) shops with no name
5) people who find the following things funny; poo jokes, slapstick, mime, puns, lee Evans
4) the holes that drawing pins leave in the walls
3) baby blue clothes
2) sugar in tea
1) owls....they're just weird....and unnecessary

Ants never sleep in their whole lifetime = I am an ant

I'm having yet another sleepless night. The regularity of my nocturnal wakefulness has become a problem which I often feel reluctant to part with; I think this is simply because I have no choice in the matter. Whether I like it or not sleeping at the 'right times' is a skill set I may never acquire. However the absence of slumber is not the issue that I wish to raise right now...It's the cause. Like thousands of people I suffer from clinical depression (I know I know my posts are always so joyful!)The diagnosis of which I only received a few years ago. Now we've all seen the 'hang in there kitty' motivational posters and heard 'Just get a grip' uttered from many a snarling mouth and of course there is all the grim representations of the short bouts of depression actors experience in the movie's after a bad break up but the truth of this condition is not so entertaining. Actually, I've found that the worst thing about it is the confounding boredom you experience. Not only with life but with yourself. Sometimes I will look into the mirror and feel and overwhelming ache of boredom, I'm bored of being sad, bored of being tired and bored of depression. This is what depression is, a dull ache. A yearning for the unattainable goal of consistent happiness and boredom with the need for it.
The representation of depression is probably the worst part. Everyone is a have a go psychologist once you disclose your troublesome ailment to them and the fact that they have seen Carrie Bradshaw sans make-up and sunlight for a few days after her big marriage disaster means they obviously have a detailed insight into the minds and hearts of those of us that just can’t scrape our feet off the floor. What is needed is not a quick diagnosis or a burst of fresh air. No trips or treats will erase the miserable feeling of emptiness. My message to those depressed masses who may stumble upon this page and have a go at reading my fragmented (at best) lamentations, is that all you need is time. Not just to heal, you may never entirely heal. But time to accept, to grow. Time to realise that your mind is exhausted and needs a break and that you will not manage to reach the very end of your life and never genuinely smile again or laugh again or even just for a moment, be happy.