|Death of a sister|
my name is Adam Lee Heywood, i am 5ft 12’ and live in the UK. I am 17. Here’s a few things that i love; cereal, Harry Potter, jumpers, Taylor swift, Paramore, skinny jeans, boots, Nintendo, Disney, horror films, autumn and laughing! i’m not the most interesting of humans, i have no particular special ability…although i know i am a wizard….just haven’t got my letter yet because of the stupid strike that happened in the 90’s…..|
anyway… moving on, i’ve realized that although i have a few friends, i dont actually have that many ‘true friends’, friends that will tell you anything because they trust you. well i can’t say that it happens very often. You can say i’m not the most trustworthy person on the planet. I seriously can’t help it, i am like a gossip vulture! gobbling up all the gossip that i can get my claws on. doing this has made me kinda isolated from my friends seeming as they know that i never used to be very good at keeping secrets. occasionally, when they would be talking about something, i wont know what is happening and can’t be included so i just sorta sit there :/ i can’t helped being 2-faced, i mean who isn’t. i can at least admit it.
right onto my endless list of pathetic phobias! the main ones that seriously bother me are probably, clowns (creepy bitches), airplanes (maybe watching final destination when i was 7 wasn’t a very good idea) chavs, the dark (i know it’s pathetic) and the two that is more of an actual phobia than the others is the fear of being forgotten and the fear of things changing. i seriously don’t know why i have them. it sounds so selfish, but i don’t want things to change and stay like this forever. i hate seeing my friends do things that is out of their character just a few examples; drugs and drinking heavily and the consequences of this. It’s not like i judge them, it’s just i hate the idea of them changing from what they were before.
now onto the lovely topic of acne. the one thing that i literally cannot stand about myself, i mean there are other things i dislike which i cba to write about because nskjfkdsgn anywho acne, it just make me feel so god damn crap about myself. seeing everyone around you with ‘perfect’ skin that is smooth and not blotchy and red. what makes it worse is people saying ‘oh i have so many spots don’t look at me’…..so what the hell am i? like a colony of spots, i have so many i have become my own species. its just so unfair, but then life isn’t fair. the amount of tablets and treatments i have been on then haven’t worked are beyond belief. god, here i am moaning about my skin when there are people dying… why i am i so selfish.
one word. nun. i am seriously such a nun i hate drugs, will never ever smoke, don’t drink because i think it’s stupid and pointless and i will remain forever alone. sometimes i think that the only reason why people invite me to parties is so that they can have a cleaner. all i do is look after people, so they dont kill themselves when they are drunk or do something stupid. after helping them ‘i swear i will never drink again’ i hear it from absolutely everyone. they should really stop kidding themselves, i seriously don’t mind people drinking. just don’t do it so you can’t even remember what your name is, it seriously grinds my gears the wrong way. and for that reason, i do not go to parties that have alcohol because i sit in the corner and just clean up the mess. party animal me. people have just missed out on the number 1. cleaner is all i can say.
due to my ridiculously finicky eating habits, i literally only eat cereal at peoples houses. i need to get that sorted or something, i mean i deteste cheese with a passion, can’t stand that stupid yellow craphead, i can’t even pick it up if it’s in a wrapper. oh yeah that’s another thing that’s wrong with me x3 i hate my food touching, not that i have a eating disorder, i just don’t like having a messy dinner plate :3
say haii to me by giving me a quick ask! i don’t bite much!