i am....

a rubbish blogger, but i persist, never give up, always try. i have lots of facebook friends, but in reality where are you? i cry at fiction, but immune to crying at fact. i love my mum, but she drives me insane. i begged for a sewing machine for ages, got one for my birthday and have only had the time to use it twice in 4months. i like feeling loved, don't judge me its just who i am. i am scared about going to university, 5 hours away from home, all alone. i can't cook, and i don't try to either. i say i don't drink alcohol, but at every social event a glass appears in my hand. i have over a hundred handbags, yet use the same two all week long. i have eyes that people compliment on all the time, i like my eyes too thank you. i am not in love with my boyfriend, how can i tell him that without breaking his heart? i can take pain, but don't like to. i have a 'pretty' face, but have never felt uglier. i want a body covered in tattoo's but no where near cool enough. i wear glasses and have an inhaler, which i think are two requirements of being a nerd. i read alot of books, requirment number three i do believe. i am a fashion addict but sometimes you would not think so. i am not what you would expect, from the moment you see me to the second i open my mouth, you will be shocked about your pre-judgings. i feel i am too immature for my 18 years, then other times act like i'm 80. i am addicted to fruit pastilles, they should give me shares in rowntree. i don't know why i'm writing this, but i hope someone reads it and tells me i'm normal. Overall, i am a beautiful contradiction...