I told you my preferred pronoun is Your Majesty, and this is why:

While we all come across our little struggles every day in our lives, some of those little struggles are relatively bigger than others. It is a subjective statement I know, because what I could call a massive little problem may be slightly different to a massive little problem my best friend or one of my siblings would have.

Why I am writing this is because I have a confession to make: I am the Queen of First World Problems.
So, that answers why my preferred pronoun is Your Majesty (also I am the Duchess of Emo and Countess of Sass OH GOD THAT SOUNDS SO HORRIBLE I FEEL LIKE I'M TWELVE AGAIN).
Anyway, this is my first world problem:

My room is covered floor to (almost) ceiling in posters that I have gathered in my four years of reading Kerrang! Magazine and photos that I have scavenged for from the depths of Facebook. The massive poster feature wall behind my bed only became that over the past few months. I added the top row of posters in March after I got a Soundwave edition of Blunt Magazine which had all these wondrous posters of all the bands I saw during Soundwave week. But after that, I did some getting rid of posters, particularly MANY of my My Chemical Romance (R.I.P 2001-2013) posters. So I rearranged my wall and placed some already very temperamental posters to that row. I say temperamental because they were always prone to falling down wherever I placed them.

Most of my first world problems revolve around my posters falling down when I don't want them to because they are in a bloody ridiculous and obscure places that require me standing on a ladder to place, and crying over bands breaking up or not coming to Melbourne for reasons (yes Mindless Self Indulgence I am still extremely sad that I couldn't see you at Melbourne Soundwave). But Posters anyway I digress. It was about 4am this morning when I heard a slight little noise above my head. Ignoring it, I rolled over and went back to sleep. Seconds later, one of my posters of The Used, a poster of Billie Joe Armstrong and of The Rev fell from the heights of my room and onto my face. Crapping myself silly, I looked at what happened and had a bit of a cry. Why? BECAUSE IT TOOK ME HOURS...wait MINUTES to ensure that those posters wouldn't do that.

Due to sheer laziness and an extremely messy bedroom, I am unable to put these posters back up on my wall. There will be an empty gap on my wall just like there will be in my heart until I have the oomf to put the posters back up again.

Anyway, wow I can't believe I wrote virtually an essay on why my poster mural sucks and why I have too many first world problems and I just realised I need to start getting ready to go out. Later skaterz  :) x