Ms. Agony; The Niece.

Apparently my Aunt Agony has washed her hands off my woes. So, I turn to you.

#86

Now that I’ve gone and gotten myself a blog, I find I don’t know what to do with it.

This whole thing is slightly ridiculous. Ha. Slightly? Who am I kidding.

I started out this whole venture with a half-baked idea of emoting emotions I can’t seem to display in my real life for fear of judgment. Oh yes, do categorise me as one of those constantly emotion-filled people who will also, constantly need to spell out in excruciating detail the unfairness that is her life. (On the flip side, I reckon I am consistent if nothing else?)

There you have it, I’m a girl with girlie horrifying hormone-y emotions that needs to purge her soul through word-diarrhea. (Pun totally intended ‘cause I’m disgusting like that. Whatup.) Failing that, I’d just post up really emo one liner’s from songs. Clearly, I am not one for overturning stereotypes. Imagine that. 

Here’s to sticking to my Holiday To-Do-List. God help me.

12 months ago