I moved out of my lovely, lovely flat in Sheffield yesterday and I want to cry forever.The thought that someone else slept in my bed last night… no get off, it is miiiine :(
Thank God for books and music and things I can think about.
when people in front of me walk slow
might have to get twitter just so I can vent my football frustrations somewhere:
it was over the line, get over ittttttttttttttttt