zit me zilly.

okay, i'm breaking out terribly. I've never had so many pimples on my forehead before. its so bad that its not funny. i really have no clue why is it this bad now. stress? i don't think so. trust me i get easily stressed all the time but i don't end up having huge zits like these. its zapping every ounce of self esteem i have left. boohoo. was listening to 'Breakout' by Swing out Sister this morning. and this is the song that best describes me now.

When explanations make no sense
When every answer's wrong
You're fighting with lost confidence
All expectations come

The time has come to make or break
Move on don't hesitate
Breakout

(this chorus goes out to anyone who meets me.)
Don't stop to ask
Now you've found a break to make it last
You've got to find a way
(don't) Say what you want to say
Breakout.

you may think this is a tab bit cheesey & overly dramatic. but hey! try being sad, pimple-ly, fat, stressed and looking like a toad altogether.

i'm one uncool banana.

oh btw, my brother shaun is heading into the army today!! i think my mummy will cry buckets when she sends him off later. she's one emo emu. she always cries at the airport whenever i leave for Australia.