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I'm Fiona, or Fonzz if you prefer, and I'm 19. I study popular music at Anglia Ruskin University in Cambridge. I'm originally from Loughborough. I don't have a lot of self esteem, but Tumblr is the one place where I don't hide. I'm in a long term relationship, and I'd like it to stay that way. Jace, stop stalking my Tumblr, I know you do it, I've SEEN you do it!
On another note, I like pokemon, hair dye, tattoos, piercings, cars, colours, animals and pretty things.
I have a pretty fucked up head, but I'm working on that.
Mental health vlog
The Mental Illness Directory
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One final goodbye.
This isn’t a real goodbye, in the sense that I’ll never see anyone again, just a goodbye to this blog. I’ve spent too long trying to find myself, and discussed my life in far too much detail. When I log out, I’m getting someone else to change my password, so I can never log back in. In the two years I’ve had this blog, so much shit has happened, and it really will be like leaving a little bit of me behind.
To all my followers, thank you for being amazing. Never stop being yourselves.
To both of you, I say a special thank you. You’ve made me realise what true friends are. They’re not people who give up on you because you suffer from a mental illness. They’re not people who dislike you because you believe something different to them. You’ve both spent so much time making me miserable, but you can’t touch me anymore. If you want to spend your time bitching about me when I’ve done nothing to either of you, feel free. I have better things to do with my life. I may be failing out of university, but I have an amazing boyfriend, a brilliant family who support me no matter what, excellent friends who actually understand what it is to be a friend, who call me when I’m down, or ill, knowing that I do the same for them. My life is going to be amazing without either of you. And I thank you for making me aware of how shitty people can be, and I’ve learned to rise above it.
To my friends who are on here, you know where I am if you need me. Don’t ever forget that. I love you all incredible amounts.
I’m going to continue life the best I can, whatever happens. I’m going to beat this mental illness, whether it happens tomorrow, or in ten years.
So, goodbye, and thank you.
Anonymous Asked:
i like my cock fucking into buttery brown bread cause im not racist or breadist ;D
Anonymous Asked:
willies in my toast it’s called a sausage sandwich.
Anonymous Asked:
poo poo pee pee poopy poop good for you.
I’m a fucking genius.
It’s so simple. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before!
I still have a giant lump on my head from where I hit it yesterday..
Day 12 - What are 3 things you would like to change about yourself?
Only three? Alright then..
1. I’d like to change my thought processes. It starts off with one random, triggering thought. Then I can’t stop thinking about it. Then I spiral into depression because I believe I’m useless and shit at everything (that’s usually where the thought leads to). Then I may or may not get suicidal, depending on my general mood beforehand and how triggering the original thought is. This is why I’m supposed to be on a waiting list for CBT..
2. I’d like to change the way I look. Specifically, I’d like to change my natural hair colour, because ginger is a complete bitch to dye over, my nose size, the size of my cheeks, the fact that my eyes point in different directions, my boobs need to be bigger, my stomach needs to be flatter, my legs need to be AT LEAST half the size that they are, and my hips should be a lot smaller. I realise that’s more than three things.. but some people just aren’t ever going to be happy with the way they look.
3. I’d like to be a better person. By better I mean nicer, but not a pushover, actually have morals, I’d like to do things selflessly for other people, instead of for me.
Recovery is possible. It will always be possible. It’s never too late to change your mind, it’s never too late to try. Recovery will always be an option and it will always be worth it.
(Source: screwskinny-letsgethappy, via fight-depression)
WHY ARE YOU IN PETERBOROUGH?
I WAS ON THE TRAIN BACK TO CAMBRIDGE WIFE!!
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