Early morning drama today, I killed a cockroach. Yay me. For those of you who don't know, I hate cockroaches. They are GROSS. So yes huge achievement for me, I was really disgusted though.

Result of training, a hole in my shin. But hey what doesn't kill you will make you stronger right? Hha okay it's no big deal but still drama. Ann told me I have to poke it if not the blood will keep clotting and my foot will turn black and drop off. I WAS REALLY SCARED. But not scared enough to poke myself with a needle. I have a thing about needles too ):

I am listening to the sound of my mum using the sewing machine downstairs. It's bringing back childhood memories when I used to beg her to let me help her. I'd step on the pedal and she'd guide the cloth.. Good times. It used to be such a big deal. Childlike innocence, where did it all disappear to?