Reach.

Feel a bit dead. Two days on the drink and i'm shattered. Want to cuddle up with Bethan, my arms are killing me and i'm coated in bruises. Hmf. Bad mood. I hope I can see Bethan tomorrow. Theres a stranger trying to talk to me via text and he's gay and he's being really horrible saying i'm disgusting because I like girls. I'm really not in the mood.