Hi everyone hope ur hating the sun as much as I am !!
Realised since being in Russia I realised I'm a little bitch so whatever just gonna keep on doing me ;)
When I've been scrolling through Facebook in my hotel room, trying so hard to feel like Rihanna on tour ( I have my own room) I just keep on getting FukEd!! People"s holiday photos are getting me so badly here.
Gonna try and explain myself !
Right, I've been to India as a minor where I rocked around wearing tshirts saying shit like 'what? I wasn't listening' exposing my doughnut filled pot belly. So I've done that whole 'find urself' bullshit.
Now, I'm seeing fux trying to act like they are really zen and essentially 'being one with the locals'. You scroll through their photos and you see some desolate area. You're thinking 'fuck, these yung explorers may be gettin it'. Then you get stabbed in the hart.
A quilted bucket hat is exposed in the picture and it all goes down from there. 5 pictures later the quite badass looking land turns to a mansion, whereby all these yats are chiling. One or two will maybe have a dreadlock or a crazI piercing like on your nipple!!! Maybe dey got it in Camden Lok!!! So punk rok!
Dont try and go to India or wherever and pretend you're finding yourself or doing it properly because unless you're actually seeing some fucking sights, eating where the 'locals' eat, staying in an adequate hotel, witnessing poverty and even petting a fucking monkey- you haven't seen shit. That's really skimming over but you get my point.
It's laughable because people like this probably make fun of Made In Chelsea but they are the same if not worse. Just because you have taken cocaine more than twice, have a poster of a Buddha in ur room and probably have a best fwend called Aquamarine doesn't mean you're interesting. U AiNt so DuK OuT.
The joke is I'm saying all this whilst I've just ordered room service wivout my Dad knowing because he fucked me off!! Feel like Lindsay Lohan circa 2005
Love u all really X X X Anna X x
6 July 2014
A lot of friends and I have met up for coffee or wine or maybe when I’ve felt groovy a gin and tonic. During these squat raves I have found the same emotions have been brought up.
|shoutout to the authority and all da ppl holding me bak. X|
There’s this feeling of aimlessness; an inability to see into the future and flat out depression. To mask these feelings you’ll probably drink or accept every and any offer to get out the house. If you’re feeling adventurous you could also go for brunch. You may even put on some Snoop Dogg or if you’re me Will I AM and keep telling yourself ‘It’s SUMMERRRRR M8!!!!!! Parents- get l0st!!!!!’. Lol.
However, for a lot of people, when this fades out into a pool ov blackness you’re left feeling pretty sad. If you’re a girl, you’ve watched too many rom coms on Netflix therefore pretend you’re ‘spooning’ with a guy every night just so you can tell ur m8s you’re having a summer fling just like Rachel Mc Adams in the Notebook.
If you’re a dude you’ve probably typed in ‘best bucket hats 4 Brixton Jamm’ into google just to feel accepted and loved by the youth of the ‘trendy’ South London. You may have also caught several STIS in the hope of being a 19 year old Pitbull / Enrique Iglesius. (Strong look). You’ll probably watch Sun Sex and Suspicious Parents to make yourself feel better about your sticky situation (heheheeh).
I’m not a cynicist but let’s face it, Summer isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Shit that felt like the ending line to a bestselling book.
Anyway ttyl xxxxxxx