This is not the time

Always, always, always do I get ahead of myself. Get carried away. Exaggerate situations in my mind so that the reality just lets me down a shit tonne. Mixed messages, I'm not sure what to think. I don't know what I think.

I bought a dress for prom today. I am buzzing off it. It was £110 and from FCUK and dark blue and short and lovely. I can't wait to wear some killer heels with it and generally look fashionable for once.

Last night was very good. I probably got too drunk again, but in all, except from one minor hiccough which was sorted, it was good. I don't think I'll ever forget sitting on the bare floor boards in a house with minimal furniture and a fridge in the living room, singing Champagne Supernova with 20 other intoxicated individuals that I'm really not supposed to like.