Charlie you are so cool like :))

For quite a while now I’ve had an obsession with watching Charlieissocoollike on YouTube.

It could be the fact that he has Justin Bieber hair or the fact his accent is so HOT. Or maybe he fact that he’s plain old gorgeous! and plays guitar :).

Even in ICT lesson’s, I’m sat there for a straight hour watching him, wow, I sound like such a stalker tehe.

I’m really sorry for the shit blog tonight guys, I’m just so tired and I don’t know what to write about. Check me out for tomorrow and I’ll try and write something about my day tomorrow ;D wish my luck at Tewkesbury Food & Drink Festival.

I would also like to thank everyone for reading my blog for the past two days, 128 views guys. Your just amazing! 🙂

I would recommend watching Charlieissocoollike! He is simply the best.

Dear Hannah…

I wouldn’t have known you if it hadn’t been for Emily. And I’m glad I met you. Because you’ve inspired me to create this blog, you’ve inspired me to be the person I am today.

You’ve had your bad moments, your little cries, your bad days, but don’t we all? You’ve been there for me when no one else has, a shoulder to cry on, someone to make me feel better. I know I can’t come to some of your nights out, or come round willy nilly. But, I’ll always be there for you, through thick and thin. No matter what.

Your mum died recently. It was hard on you. You have no idea how brave you’ve been, I could never handle things the way you have. My mum means the world to me, and I bet yours will still does. But Hannah, you have to remember, she’ll always be with you, always, and she’ll always love you. I know me and Emily don’t know what to say sometimes when bad things happen, but you can rely on us to be there for you.

Just remember to be you. You don’t need a man in your life to tell you your beautiful, to tell you your amazing. Because I’m telling you now. You are one in a million Hannah, everyday I spend with you there’s always something to laugh about. There’s always something to smile about. You don’t need to be a size 0 model walking down the catwalk, when you can be Hannah, who yeah you might not be the thinnest person in the world, but is anyone?! You think you’re not perfect Han, but I wish I were more like you.

You don’t need to have boys chasing after you, stick legs and big boobs. You don’t need to change. You’re blogs inspire so many people, they help so many people and they make me smile when I’m reading them, because I think, “Wow, that’s my best friend.”

I know no-one else will read this but you and I, but I just wanted to dedicate this to you, to tell you, you’re many things that the It girls aren’t. You just haven’t found the right guy yet. But you’ve found the right best friends. And we’ll always be here for you.

Always.

I love you Hannah. Best friends ❤

You are beautiful, no matter who you are.

Everyday for the past two years, I’ve hated the way I’ve looked, and I think I always will. No-one can tell me I’m beautiful and I’ll believe them or thin, I’ll always want to look like the models in the fashion magazines. But to be honest..

It’s quite unrealistic. You don’t need to eat meal replacements, have numerous diets. Because you are who you are. My mum’s got big thighs, therefore it’s genetic proof that that’s the reason I have big thighs. And no matter how much I work at the gym to tone or whatever, I think I’ll always have big thighs. Just wish I had big boobs instead lol.

But to be honest, I’m sick of people going I’m too fat or my nose is too big. Whatever the excuse, I will always think your beautiful, even if I don’t know you. I see people on facebook, upload their pictures, and yeah okay, I stalk their photo’s and think wow, I wish I looked like that. But I am who I am. You are who you are.

If you think your ugly, your confidence lowers. If you think your fat, you get depressed when you buy size 18 clothes in primark. Trust me, I’ve been there. But with hard work, determination and just having fun in your life, forgetting your problems, your low self-esteem disappears.

But, you need to believe. You need to believe in yourself. Because no matter, if your black, white, fat, skinny, blonde, brown. Everyone is equal. It’s not what you look like, it’s who you are inside. That’s what the nice boys look for, the real ones that count.

Curves are the new size 8. Look at a big person that’s walking down the street. You might laugh at them and think “Wow, they are fucking huge!” But, something is beautiful about them. Something beautiful inside, if not outside. Be yourself, don’t try and slim down, because then you won’t be you.
Curves are nice. Don’t forget that. 

Unlucky In Lurrvvveeee.

My first post and it’s about love. Typical.
I have this thing where I believe there’s someone out there for everyone. But I’m starting to give up on my beliefs. I keep telling my friends – my best friends – to keep trying. But how can I, when I’m not even sure if I want to carry on trying when all I do is get hurt.

All The Time.

I wear my heart on my sleeve. I text too much. I fall for the wrong guy. I fall for promises. I “LOVE” them too easily.
All valid reasons for my stupidity. I’m too young is another one. I feel like I need someone, I feel lonely without someone, in desperation for cuddles, kisses and smiles. Sometimes.. bestfriends aren’t enough. They aren’t guys. Yeah.. You love them, but not in the same way.

Now, I know for a fact, probably no-one is going to read this, because its bollocks and there’s me sat in ICT Core, taping away for my own enjoyment. It helps though, I would suggest more people do this.

Boys.
I don’t understand them, they say one thing, mean another. Play games. Mate, we aren’t an xbox, you can’t control us and turn us on and off when you want or need us. Not to sound like a slag, but I’ve had some experience in love and with boys, obviously.. and I still don’t understand them. They seem nice, really nice, family people, then all of a sudden RIP YOUR HEART OUT. Dicks. Not all of them though. All the good ones seem to be taken, lusting after someone, live no where near you, or are blatently under rocks.

I just wish, there actually was someone out there for everyone. That there were a “Zoosk” for teenagers, and that LOVE actually was easy, as easy as smiling. But I guess sometimes smilings hard. Love rules everyones life. And I think, personally, I’ll always be looking for love. And maybe, to me, in the end, it won’t matter if I have to wait 10 minutes, 10 months or 10 years. I will always wait for love. Even if I do feel like giving up.

Especially if I feel like giving up.