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.
I’ve suddenly just realised that five years later and I’m just a nicer version of my 16/17 year old self. I still have the same favourite author, films, music, and person. I just happen to not be a horrible angst ridden cunt anymore.