It kinda makes you think, that even when someone seemingly has everything and a successful life, you can never really tell what's going on.
Today in Primark, there was this group of i'd say 12 year old girls, all squealing and throwing loads of gel boobs into their baskets, like they were the best thing they'd ever seen. You really don't know whether to smash their heads together, or leave them to grow up into little sluts.
Seriously though, boobs for £3? Who cares if she has bigger tits than you? Get over it. Life's worth more than that.
I've decided to drop the budget. It lasted about a week, which I think is amazing.
Life's too short to spend worrying about money, what's the point in working hard, then saving it and having no fun. There's no point in doing something, if it's not making you happy.
Spending, makes me happy right now, so that's what I'm gonna do.
I spent December and January solidly working on my portfolio, amongst doing exams, working at the coffee shop and general school work. Every night I didn't go to bed 'til gone 2am and I got through about 30 sewing machine needles.
I did my work, I got everything I wanted, now I'm going to enjoy my life.
My Dad has done the same job all his life, works over 12 hours a day, 6 days a week.
I love him, but I can't see how anyone wishes for their life to be like this.
Maybe it's just because I had spinal surgery, and coming so close to loosing my life made me realize how you need to value it.
This is why, we should all just say "fuck it", and go make ourselves happy.
I've spent this evening cutting up one of my brother's hoodies, and attaching it onto a tartan waistcoat I'm making. Make do and Mend forever.
p.s. happy valentine's day♥
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