Big fucking yellow taxi...

You really don't know what you've got till it's gone. My family.

Okay, they haven't gone as such. But I'm away from them, and when you're both doing your own thing it is very hard to keep in contact. But I do miss them so very much. What I'd do just to have a little chat with my mum, the ones we always use to have, she was/is my best friend. I'd love a hug from her right now. How I miss my Dad, what I'd do just to hear him have his little rants... oh, how I take after him. To bicker with my brother over the most stupid things. Just to walk in and see Chester and Roxie bounce up and run over wagging their tails at me. Just to smell the smell of home. To have that familiarity back.

I want to be back in London. Not shitty Weston Super Mare, with nothing in it except small cafes and drug rehabilitation centres.

Oh, and a Topshop.