Seeing a lot of Peaches Geldof stuff on my dashboard so here’s my two cents.
1. Yes addiction is a serious illness but to become an addict you have to make the decision to take the drug in the first instance. I actually have no fucking idea WHY she would have seen what her mother went through, to watch her own mother die of a herion overdose, then still have chosen to take herion. And to put her own children through the same thing. Selfish moron.
2. I do not think that drug addicts / recovering addicts should be allowed to have children. She was a known drug user and her children should have been removed from her care.
I don’t think she deserved to die but I do think that she earned her death.
Canny even watch the Commonwealth Games. Yesterday I had to change a conversation topic because we were talking about X-Men.
YOU HAVE RUINED EVERYTHING FOR ME
Oh for fuck sake. This day hasn’t started well at all.
I woke up to that fucking text so I’ve spent all morning moping and grieving and hurting and I was just starting to forget about it and I’ve turned on the Commonwealth Games and it’s the triathalon at Strathclyde Loch which is where me and Kerr went on his birthday this year. It was our last little trip together. I spent that whole week with him and I was so happy.
Fuck sake fuck sake fuck sake
Also, people who are saying that they’ve made their mind up about independence based on the opening ceremony…
This is probably the biggest political decision you will be asked to make in your life time and it’s going to change the entire country of Scotland and the make up of the United Kingdom and if you’re basing that on a piece of theatre opening the Commonwealth Games then you shouldn’t even be allowed to vote.
Get ready guys - this wee fella is going to steal your hearts in the next half an hour.
I have mixed feelings about the opening ceremony but I think a mixture of the Giant Teacake and the wee doggies have secured it a solid 8/10 from me.
Does anyone know how I can block a number on T-mobile / a samsung galaxy S4? I can’t be waking up to texts from him. It’s first thing in the morning, I have to go to work and all I want to do is curl up into a ball and cry all day.
Level of chat is unreal
How is it that I have good days where I feel strong and new and free and then the next day I feel so bad like my chest is tight and I feel absolutely ready to jump off the next bridge.
Really struggling today.
I’ve just blocked all the couples that I have as friends on Facebook. I don’t need to see them all cheesing about going away on holidays together and stuff. I don’t want to see the photos. I hate even thinking about some of them it makes my chest hurt.