Colour My Life With The Chaos Of Trouble.

I moan about back pain and rely heavily on sarcasm for daily survival. I'm a mixture of self loathing and pride. Weak at the heart for Keats, Hemingway and Chopin. I am a classical pianist.

Jennifer Jane Ferguson. Bonny Scotland.

Gig was really great.

Kamihamiha played an incredible set. Just wow!

I’ve never felt more exhausted in my life. Tell you more tomorrow, ciao ciao!

Really should be sleeping. Early morning..
Instead I am reading and listening to the strokes.
Tired yet turned on. Life is complicated right now.

Night lovelies, tomorrow is another day!

Decided.

Going to focus less on reblogging and try a personal blog for a wee while.
Sucks to be you having to listen to my shite..
Enjoy

And that’s the theory. Nine hundred years, never seen one yet. But this would do me.

(Source: vrijen, via ancient-amateur)

(Source: tildz)

Perhaps poetry is the way to go?

Eleven hour shift.
My life sucks.
Leave me alone to sleep,
Why can’t I be hit by a train?

11 hour shift.

Tired. So exhausted..
Tomorrow is studying for chemistry and biology and heading into school to set up my biology experiment.
Saturday is RSAMD, home to study and depending how I get on, maybe out to Perth for The Age gig..
Sunday is revise, revise, revise.

Monday is chemistry prelim then home to study for biology.
Tuesday is studying majorly for biology and practicing Burns Supper Poem.
Wednesday is biology prelim.

Work thursday, burns supper on Friday and drunk, drunk, drunk on saturday after RSAMD.

Life is pretty much at an all time low right now. I can’t deal with this experiment, it’s a lot of work and I can’t keep up with the damn subject.
No universities have gotten back to me,
I feel useless and ugly and I’ve put on quite bit of weight from comfort eating, the most pathetic thing is I haven’t told anyone how I’m feeling right. I just want to sleep forever.
I need to complete my grade eight piano, but my teacher makes me feel more stupid than I’ve ever felt before. I just want to cry throughout out lessons.
I can’t keep up with this work, it’s all or nothIng right now.

Frankly, I can’t do this and you’re not making it any easier.
I just want to be left by myself so I can curl up in a ball and die an insignificant death.
Bye.