I know I just updated but

I should have posted that amazing post weeks ago but I've been k-kinda busy.

I'm not even sure why I'm updating this again. It's not like I have anything interesting to say, but do I ever?

Is it selfish to really worry about yourself? I don't know, I'm just really scared lately, of several things. I think too much then end up upsetting myself. I'm always such a happy face on the outside but deep down I've been feeling kinda shit more than usual recently. I wish some things would just stop. I hate it when you go through things that you can genuinely say you don't deserve, I'm hating on that right now. Wow, things suck. I'm also not completely loving how college has finished now. I kinda miss it. Time is going too fast. I can't believe I'm actually going to Uni in September. It's scary. My childhood has just gone, that's it, I'll never have another opportunity to live it and I spent most of it wishing I could grow up. I guess it just makes me sad because I hate change and growing up is one of the things that scares me the most. I miss when having fun could be your main priority. That just can't be the case anymore. Eugh. Everything's just scary and kinda shit. I really do wanna go back three weeks, to Manchester. Different environment and different people gave me the opportunity to escape from realism for a short while where everything seemed okay. And I had my dreams come true thanks to GaGa. Oh I sound like such a fuck up, probably because I am, but I kinda wish I was at the Monster Ball right now. To be honest I don't even care how retarded that sounds because it's true. Nobody gave a shit there and you feel connected to everybody. I love GaGa fans, purely because we all share a love that not everybody understands. I want to feel that love right now. Reality sucks. Take me back a few years please. I want to remember what it feels like to not have to worry about anything. Thanks.

Wow this post is a crock of shit, but I don't even care. This is my blog to rant and it's made me feel better. I'm gonna turn this sad music off before I have a breakdown and blast Bad Romance because I'M A FREE BITCH BABY. *memories of putting that in my exam.. oh god*

xoxoxoxoxo

3 weeks late but...

I MET LADY GAGA. I actually met her. Like, in my dreams. ♥

LOOK

She was amazing and so lovely and I'm not even going to write the story here, purely because I want to try and keep it personal to me now if I can. But she did get my letter and say I was beautiful. What an amazing person she is, really.

And AHHHHH literally three weeks ago now I would have been sat outside bursting for the toilet before going in and meeting her for the first time by accident. :') Oh the way I've been feeling recently, I'd do anything to go backwards three weeks and live the moment once again. xoxo