Revision whore
Whoop! I did more revising today.
And you know what? I feel great!
Obviously I don't feel great for the simple fact that I revised. No, today I think I feel genuinely happy. Yesterday I was too clouded with what reminiscing about The Ex (hence the poem) but now, I don't actually mind that he gives me air. I'm going to be too busy for him anyhows. Mummy and I (yes, I still call her Mummy or Mama as it were) drew up this plan so I am able to get at least a B in upcoming exams. I don't know where I'm going to fit in sleeping let alone a boyfriend.
I've realised I don't need a boyfriend to feel great. Nor do I need to be kitted out in Nike. Nor do I need to be a size 4 (though I wouldn't mind). And, I've also realised that I don't mind learning. I finally know at least one method of solving quadratic equations. And that if it wasn't for Venus being so close to the Sun, it could be a clone of the Earth. I still have much to learn but I'm on my way.
I saw the scars on my arm this morning, which I gained when I went through a particularly rough patch where I got too friendly with one of those Swiss knives. Mummy helped me through it, and a holiday in Belgium also helped me clear my mind. Aren't family great? Anyway, as I looked at them, I thought about what my arm might look like now had I carried on. I feel for a lot of people out of there.
The father has returned, Mummy hasn't cooked so he's pissed off. He's gone out to get his munch and probably some more beer. We've run out.
And you know what? I feel great!
Obviously I don't feel great for the simple fact that I revised. No, today I think I feel genuinely happy. Yesterday I was too clouded with what reminiscing about The Ex (hence the poem) but now, I don't actually mind that he gives me air. I'm going to be too busy for him anyhows. Mummy and I (yes, I still call her Mummy or Mama as it were) drew up this plan so I am able to get at least a B in upcoming exams. I don't know where I'm going to fit in sleeping let alone a boyfriend.
I've realised I don't need a boyfriend to feel great. Nor do I need to be kitted out in Nike. Nor do I need to be a size 4 (though I wouldn't mind). And, I've also realised that I don't mind learning. I finally know at least one method of solving quadratic equations. And that if it wasn't for Venus being so close to the Sun, it could be a clone of the Earth. I still have much to learn but I'm on my way.
I saw the scars on my arm this morning, which I gained when I went through a particularly rough patch where I got too friendly with one of those Swiss knives. Mummy helped me through it, and a holiday in Belgium also helped me clear my mind. Aren't family great? Anyway, as I looked at them, I thought about what my arm might look like now had I carried on. I feel for a lot of people out of there.
The father has returned, Mummy hasn't cooked so he's pissed off. He's gone out to get his munch and probably some more beer. We've run out.