Where the Jif is my??

So, I am prime for losing things.

Earrings

Wallets

Money

Cards

Driving stuff

Student Cards

Books

Homework

Bags

Scarves

Gloves

Hats

Coats

Phones

Makeup

Hairbrushes

Pictures

Headphones

Ipod

Perfume

If you can think of anything chances are I've probably lost it...my dignity being the biggest.

But what I'm getting at for this post is losing something in you. That maybe yo'll be able to get back and maybe not. I know im forever writing depressing tweets or posts. Just something negative because at the moment im such a misery guts, a part of me wants people to call me misery guts, but ill probably get all emotional (yes im also in this phase ATM Dear god!!) and cry? For someone that doesn't like crying, I've been doing an awful lot of it.

Then I start to do things, that I'll know ill regret in the morning or if someone sees but right then it seems right and like the only thing. Some things I do people will never see...for example you'll never find my private blog, or my private twitter, you'll never get my other email address.

You'll never in a way fully connect. There is a 99% chance you (being anyone I know reading this) have been written about, its a place for me to completely vent, swear, not worry about offending people and literally knowing, nobody reading this blog knows its me. I mean you may even read the blog, but you don't know its mine.

My other twitter, I've never posted at it followed it, made it follow my main one, re-tweeted it or Favorited at it, you wouldn't have a clue. It's on locked settings and I have 400 followers and follow 76.

Heck im ranting now. Boring

All of this, just at the end to say, guess who lost there purse again.