now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse...
the pills aren't working
i should have noticed when i got more horny
but i thought it was the side effects wearing off
silly boy
i cried myself to sleep last night, over something that, although i'm not overjoyed about isn't making me feel that bad
i was in a room full of knives today, i had one pressed to my wrist and no one noticed
i wanted to see blood splash over the stainless steel surface
wanted to know what it would take for someone to notice
they noticed i was in a bad mood
they did their best to exacebate it
like calling my name only to stick their fingers up
chef saw, chef went out of the room to laugh
fucking immature bastard
he's my fucking tutor
and people are sugesting i go to him with issues?
this is why coming out at college is impossible
sigh
feeling less muderous now though
at least my "fresh" fruit tart looked good
tues, we had a french chef lecturer
he was nice
my lemon merangue was fucking perfect until i brought it off the tray and cracked the pastry, causing it to half fall apart grrr
people were less twatish, which was good
monday, poire baudelaise (spelt phonetically, it's a pear and frangipane tart)
college people were twat's, the mood swings were starting...not that i realised
grrr all in all i feel crap, horny, moodswing, depression, harmy cravings, and i've upset jenn which i feel so guilty for.
i should have noticed when i got more horny
but i thought it was the side effects wearing off
silly boy
i cried myself to sleep last night, over something that, although i'm not overjoyed about isn't making me feel that bad
i was in a room full of knives today, i had one pressed to my wrist and no one noticed
i wanted to see blood splash over the stainless steel surface
wanted to know what it would take for someone to notice
they noticed i was in a bad mood
they did their best to exacebate it
like calling my name only to stick their fingers up
chef saw, chef went out of the room to laugh
fucking immature bastard
he's my fucking tutor
and people are sugesting i go to him with issues?
this is why coming out at college is impossible
sigh
feeling less muderous now though
at least my "fresh" fruit tart looked good
tues, we had a french chef lecturer
he was nice
my lemon merangue was fucking perfect until i brought it off the tray and cracked the pastry, causing it to half fall apart grrr
people were less twatish, which was good
monday, poire baudelaise (spelt phonetically, it's a pear and frangipane tart)
college people were twat's, the mood swings were starting...not that i realised
grrr all in all i feel crap, horny, moodswing, depression, harmy cravings, and i've upset jenn which i feel so guilty for.