whinging, please ignore
i have been feeling very strained lately. the university applications seem to be never-ending, and it is as though i am writing the same essays over and over. i desperately want to get into SEMU's rare plants programme, but i don't think i have high enough marks for it. there are just so many questions to answer and forms to fill out. it gets to be overwhelming. besides, i still have to keep up with my regular lessons. but everyone else is going through the same things, i suppose. i shouldn't complain.
Dean isn't speaking, Seamus is comatose, and Harry is, well, Harry- gone half the time to save the world. it makes for a lonely dorm.
Colin keeps pestering me about things like "do you prefer pinstripes or suede/ pomade or mousse/ chocolate-brown or charcoal" and i just don't have time for trivial things like that. but maybe he is right. maybe i do need a makeover. though i don't know if it could do any good. another Valentine's day with no Valentine. not even remotely close to having any prospects in love or life. seventeen years old and hopeless.
perhaps everybody was right about me all along, and i have just been fooling myself this whole time.
i'm going to the pond to collect aquatic plants. i would say don't bother to follow me, but i know no one will anyway. bother, i really need to stop the self-pity. sorry.
Dean isn't speaking, Seamus is comatose, and Harry is, well, Harry- gone half the time to save the world. it makes for a lonely dorm.
Colin keeps pestering me about things like "do you prefer pinstripes or suede/ pomade or mousse/ chocolate-brown or charcoal" and i just don't have time for trivial things like that. but maybe he is right. maybe i do need a makeover. though i don't know if it could do any good. another Valentine's day with no Valentine. not even remotely close to having any prospects in love or life. seventeen years old and hopeless.
perhaps everybody was right about me all along, and i have just been fooling myself this whole time.
i'm going to the pond to collect aquatic plants. i would say don't bother to follow me, but i know no one will anyway. bother, i really need to stop the self-pity. sorry.