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It’s been a long time.. (Update)

Hi, I don’t remember last time I was on here, nor do I want to look. I know I enjoy writing, but it takes a lot of motivation to start. I’m not making any promises to myself, but I will just write when I want to, or when I need to.

I finished college, so I am finally a qualified makeup artist, but I’m struggling to get a job at the minute as I have no retail experience and unfortunately that is looked more highly upon, no matter your qualifications. However I am thinking of going to University next September to study Creative Makeup, and actually get a degree, which I never thought would happen!

I’ve started therapy again, for the fourth time, and hoping that I feel better and get taught better coping mechanisms for when I’m finished.

Tomorrow it is mine and my boyfriends 2 year anniversary and I couldn’t be more grateful to have someone who understands me and supports me through everything. Even in my darkest hours, he’s always there. A lot of people talk about love like its absolutely perfect, but it’s not. You have your little spats here and there, and go through some tough shit, but you do it together, and still love each other just as much.

I’m also raising money for my friend and his brother by shaving my hair off on the 27th of November! If you would like to read about their story and donate click here! Any donation will help so much, whether its £1 or £10.

Other than that, I don’t really know much of what I’m doing right now, but that’s okay. I don’t need to have a plan for everything.

Goodbye for now little buns.

 

 

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A poem(?) 

I’m struggling, but I won’t say a word.

I’m falling to pieces, but I’ll smile and laugh.

The tears are rolling down my cheeks, but I won’t make a sound.

My mind and body are exhausted, but I’m always here to help. 

I’m terrified of tomorrow, but  I’ll never let you down. 

My days are filled with self hatred, but I’ll always tell you to love yourself. 

I can barely make it through the day, but I’ll always make sure you get through yours. 

I relapsed again, but I’ll never tell.

I want to tell you how much this hurts, but I can’t.   

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