i feel like i have been trampled by a herd of elephants.. i am so completely exhausted (post-gran, mum, leon, exhibition) that i no longer care what becomes of leon and his childish ways. the less freaks i have trying to fuck me around, the better. and that goes for all the other freaks after my tail. i’ve had it with being told ‘what will happen’.. i’ve put up with that for far too long, from too many people. there are times when i am willing to give and take, and times when I decide, like it or lump it. i decide that its over. .. i know that sounds harsh.. but i know what i want, and i know when to give up if i’m not getting it. i play by my rules. takes bat and ball and goes home
don’t fret.. this isn’t over yet.. i still own the bat and ball..