I really don't know what to write about

I'm back and I'm alive.
And so are you, it seems.
I've missed you.
Thank you for walking back into my life again without giving me fucking notice.
Welcome to 2011, blog. Sorry it's a bit late. I love you. x

please come back.
i'm a mess without you.
i don't care about anything else and i need you now, more than ever. i miss you. i miss everything we shared. i miss the memories and the laughs and i miss your voice. i miss teasing your accent and the way you pronounced words funny and i miss the cheesy things we used to say to each other.
i still have the letter you sent me and i'm never throwing it away, because despite all the lies and all the things you did to hurt me and all the scams, i loved you.
i still do.
and i can't let go because you were such a big part of me. it's like a massive chunk of me is missing and i don't know what to do because i can't get you back because you don't exist and it's driving me absolutely mental and i  miss you i miss you come back come back please

I just got back on my feet and you pushed me down again

Thank you for making me realise that nothing is worth it and nothing great will ever happen to me.

Let's go, don't wait, this night's almost over

Hi world.
My apologies for not updating in yonks.
I am currently in a shitty situation which I do not want to explain, nor do I want to elaborate on how seriously amazingly balls-droppingly shitty it is. Shit.
I also have an english assignment, which is due on the 10th. I have to make a picture book. Oh, the joy.
I hate picture books. I've always hated them. I hate the big words and I hate the stupid colours.
I hate how little description they put in the words, and I hate having to look at the pictures to get more information. I like words. Words rock. Pictures suck. End of.
No wonder I was always failing at picture analysis.

I really have nothing to write about, but I'll make sure to post soon and update again because everyone wants to know about Victoria's uneventful antisocial life.

Love to you all. Hope you're all doing fine and not shitballs-y.
xo, Vic.

I can't think of a catchy title right now. Come back in a few minutes and maybe i'll have one.

Why, hello.
I know what you're thinking - Vic posts way too many blogs in a day. Well, I'm sorry.
I don't like the new layout of my blog, but I can't be bothered changing it right now because there is so much on my mind, such as:

• School's starting in less than 3 days
• My bangs are way too long
• My net is stuffed
• The boyfriend's being an arse
• I miss my friends

And that's not even half of it.

I've always wanted to go on one of these rides.
I have this habit of promising my friend that I'll be fun for once and go on a ride with him/her and when the time comes, I chicken out and say that I need the bathroom or something. Yeah, I'm smooth.
I hate carnivals and fairs and theme parks, partially because carnivals and fairs and theme parks have children, and children irritate the shizzen out of me.

I feel sick and I want to go to bed.
I'm sorry that I blog so often. I just feel like taking my emotions out on something.

Hope you're all doing swell,
Vic.