I got my hair cut today, I look about fifteen. I don't like it. I got my tattoo quoted, it's going to cost between £280-£300. I can't afford to go to London now. My mum is ill, again. I love art all over again and don't know why. I'm angry at a friend but I'll never let them know. I miss Ben and want him to come back. Then again, I'm afraid of what he might have to tell me. I can't trust, not fully anyway. It's not me. Bye.