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Day 6, feeling kind of meh today.
Edna's obituary was in the paper, I think we'll all go to the funeral on Wednesday, neighbour across the street told us her husband saw Edna on fire and put it out. She says, understandably, that he's traumatised. Can't fathom how he must feel.
Have to rejiggle my CV, want to send it into a place in London, I hate London with a passion, but I think this might be what I really want to do and I don't think it means I have to do a stupid amount of other degrees. Maybe, I don't know. I don't like wanting things because it seems the more I want them, the less likely I am to get them. And I've wanted this since I was pre-teens. Fuck you Cambridge!
I might go on a hunt tomorrow for ingredients for the cookies I used to make when I was 12. I made them every week for a time, brought them into school etc...
I feel shut up in a box, like I have choices that I'm not ready for, may never be ready for. I want to be in Edinburgh, but there seems to be nothing there for me anymore.
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Edna's obituary was in the paper, I think we'll all go to the funeral on Wednesday, neighbour across the street told us her husband saw Edna on fire and put it out. She says, understandably, that he's traumatised. Can't fathom how he must feel.
Have to rejiggle my CV, want to send it into a place in London, I hate London with a passion, but I think this might be what I really want to do and I don't think it means I have to do a stupid amount of other degrees. Maybe, I don't know. I don't like wanting things because it seems the more I want them, the less likely I am to get them. And I've wanted this since I was pre-teens. Fuck you Cambridge!
I might go on a hunt tomorrow for ingredients for the cookies I used to make when I was 12. I made them every week for a time, brought them into school etc...
I feel shut up in a box, like I have choices that I'm not ready for, may never be ready for. I want to be in Edinburgh, but there seems to be nothing there for me anymore.
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