Just got back from shopping. I went to the Bullring, cause I actually wanted to shop. Sutton is awsome if you ask me, quaint. You know your way around and you know what you can get where, but if you actually want clothes like I do for my appointment at the Hyiot then you are better off going to the Bullring where there are so many shops you could die.
ANYWAY, that is besides the poin. The point is, I was walking around and there were all these people, and I felt so stupid, a 14 year old shopping with her mom, (As if I was going to fork out the £70 for my skirt) and to make things worse I looked pathetic, being ill and all. I was walking around. We sat down and mom said I should choose something to eat. I walked along this row of food joints, there were loads of them, but I didn't really feel like anything. And I get to the end and there's WaterStones and I was so tempted to just walk in there and curl up! I felt a little disgusted with myself, I was making the whole thing into such an ordeal, but I felt like this was some kind of inane torture system.
It's not like anyone would be watching, looking for me to slip up, but it really felt like that. Even stranger, I didn't want to go into new shops, the ones mom dragged me into I was really eager to get out of, but once back in H'nM, everything was fine and familiar.
Maybe it's cos I was just not feeling well, but it really freaked me out. I think I am going to shop from home from now on. It's the internet all the way.
Thursday, December 30, 2004
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i completely agree- birmingham is horrible ... i am soo moving to london when im older
and i dont even want to start about the weirdo's that walk around in gangs, thinking that they look really hard... yaar shud have asked me to cum with you and ur mum ... goin to the park wid those little kids was a drag, theyrre cute and stuff but like theyre boring
btw: kims display name is weird...
Hehe, london would be a lot worse. I would have invited you, but it was a little spur of the moment.
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