I am seriously lacking any sort of inspiration to finish/carry on with my story I was writing. Maybe writing isn't for me. Maybe i'm lazy. Maybe I know beforehand than i'm possibly historically and culturally wrong. I don't know what it's about or when it was set either.

I heard my mum talking about me today to my aunt. I sat next to her, an earphone in each ear. It was only between a break in 2 songs that I had an inkling that my name was being discussed. And so I kept my music on pause and low and behold, I am being discussed. It was discussed that I have an attitude ("About time"), and that I am a "Braw lassie" but my tooth "lets me down." My weight was discussed, and I have learned that I am apparently prone to getting fat. Contradictingly, I do not eat enough either, although when I do, it is always something sweet. Apparently. And also something about my stepdad being back and me being negative about it. Though that is true, with every right. "I got no rights on how I feel."

So tonight I am sleeping with the windows open and doing sit ups so I don't become fat. Again.

I want a friend.