Good stuff.
Lauren is coming over tomorrow.
20 days.
I painted stuff.
I am currently speaking to Lauren.

Bad stuff.
mums being a bitch again.
Massive all-day-long urge.
I want cake and there is no cake.
I am single. I think.
I am cold.
I am lonely.
I want to write a poem but I cant fucken think.

Let this prove that there are more bad things than good therefore providing reason for my current meh-ness.