I’m absolutely terrified that blink will split up again before I get a chance to see them next year. I know it’s totally unlikely but I can’t help but worry.
When I sneeze it comes out as ‘chika!’. My ex said I sounded like a Chikorita.

Smother Me by The Used is, and always will be, mine and my ex’s song. And every time I listen to it, the smile breaks my face.
I love talking to Jess everyday. She really brightens my day and cheers me up without even trying. <333
I’m smoking myself into an early grave. And I don’t even care.

I refer to everything as and automatically assume that everything is a ‘she’. Like, if someone tells me they have a animal I automatically think it’s a female, or if someone told me they seen a gigantic spider and it freaked them out, I’d say, ‘oh man, I would of killed her’. I also call my iPod, phone and any of my other possessions a ‘she’.
I think I have some sort of complex.
I used to be terrified of thunder, but since my ex told me, ‘don’t worry, it’s just Jimmy, rocking out in Heaven’ it hasn’t scared me anymore… and I’d like to thank her for that. <3