Polly.

"Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive.
But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours."

Today is the ninth day on the run I have woke up after ~4 hours sleep. These nightmares are getting ridiculous.

Sometimes you’ve just got to pick yourself up.

Sometimes you’ve just got to pick yourself up.

Oh I feel sick as a bloody dog.

This morning I had bananas on toast for breakfast with a mug of milky, sweet tea. And now, despite that I am facing the Saturday hell shift in the kitchen (after which I will smell of a chip pan and ~4 zits will appear on my face due to the grease I get covered in) I’m feeling fabulous.