That moment when you get your keys stuck IN YOUR BLAZER

Ohh.

I don’t want to be a miserable fuck like I was yesterday. After talking to friends, and EVERYONE on this blog, I feel much better. The support was so amazing that I honestly nearly cried. And after conversations with Wren and Odd and Red about everything and anything, I realised I’ll be okay. I promise. I am still quite fragile, but I’m managing. It’s also down to you, readers, because you’re beautiful and amazing and I want you to know that no matter what, I’m here for you.

So I was thinking about all the slightly hilarious and embarrassing things that’ve happened to me over the years, and I remembered that incident about a year ago where my keys got stuck in my blazer. Luna inspired me to do this post, the amazing girl that she is.

Right, so I got home from school – can’t remember when it was, but I was in year 9, so over a year ago. I was just doing what I usually do – sitting on the sofa and reading, or writing. I was going to go to my dad’s house, and for that I had to find my keys.

Except I couldn’t find them anywhere. I searched my blazer, the house, everywhere, and I was panicking. My mum joined in the search, and we more or less gave up.

An hour later, I searched my blazer again. I shook it, threw it across the room, rifled through all the pockets, and then I heard a jangling sound.

Well, I found my keys. Inside my blazer.

By that, I mean that they were inside the lining of my blazer. They weren’t in the pockets. THEY WERE LITERALLY INSIDE MY DAMN BLAZER.

It took my mum ages to get them out through the minuscule hole they’d fallen through, by which time I was crying with laughter. I called up Willow and basically cackled for about 5 minutes solid.

Dear god. Only these kinds of things happen to me 😀

If you’d like to see more of these anecdote-like posts, let me know!

Thanks for your support yesterday. It means more than the world. You are amazing and you’re more to me than just a random person behind a screen.

From Elm 🙂