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I'm real motivated with college at the moment, I'm studying way more than I need to - I'm even working through my lunchbreaks and frees, it's insane. But good, obviously. It helps me to stop worrying about what people are thinking. Not that it should matter, eh. Attended a lecture yesterday about university, I'm aiming to apply in the next 8 months. To study political economy, though I am not too sure where yet. Not too far away and not too close by.
I stopped to reflect earlier, trying to pinpoint changes I've made in my life over the past few months. I push people away, then try and get them back, then push them away again. And so on and so forth. I'm talking about people in general. People at college who act surprised when I initiate conversation because I'm the one sat in the corner, eyes elsewhere, not focussed, scribbling poetry on her folder, next week being toofuckingloud all lesson. God. I think I need to stop thinking so much, for fear of slowly driving myself more crazy.
Lee is staying over at mine tomorrow, woopdidoop. We're hiring DVDs from Blockbuster and stealing food from his work, it'll be nice. Been sparkling the place up all evening. Have credit on my phone and flapjacks and tea, and I paid my Mum (with 5 magical cigarettes) to roll all of my tobacco for me as I am a lazy fuck. Life is good, mostly. Still one huge regret, though. I'm sure it's blatantly obvious what it is.
Miss you more than anything.
I stopped to reflect earlier, trying to pinpoint changes I've made in my life over the past few months. I push people away, then try and get them back, then push them away again. And so on and so forth. I'm talking about people in general. People at college who act surprised when I initiate conversation because I'm the one sat in the corner, eyes elsewhere, not focussed, scribbling poetry on her folder, next week being toofuckingloud all lesson. God. I think I need to stop thinking so much, for fear of slowly driving myself more crazy.
Lee is staying over at mine tomorrow, woopdidoop. We're hiring DVDs from Blockbuster and stealing food from his work, it'll be nice. Been sparkling the place up all evening. Have credit on my phone and flapjacks and tea, and I paid my Mum (with 5 magical cigarettes) to roll all of my tobacco for me as I am a lazy fuck. Life is good, mostly. Still one huge regret, though. I'm sure it's blatantly obvious what it is.
Miss you more than anything.