Drawing Lines To The Tune Of Radio One...
Yesterday I had the most fucking horrible life-drawing class ever. We've got some new woman teaching us who was totally disrespectful, acts like a school teacher and didn't seem to have a clue what she was doing...bearing in mind this is the first class back since Willie died. People were getting upset n walking out n all sorts. Twas fucking horrible. I came home last night, ate some chocolate n went to bed coz I was so bummed. Horrible day. I might go home tonight.
Today I'm in uni. Its ok. Nae banter really tho.
Later on I'm ending stuff with the boi I'm seeing I think. Dunno how that's gonna go.
He holds doors open for me, he tells me I'm pretty, he holds my hand, he comes over, he hugs me while I sleep, he puts kisses on the ends of texts, he looks after me when I'm ill, he thinks I'm funny, he lends me books, he drinks tea, he gives me lifts, he's nice to me, he helps me make the bed, he's (almost) never late...
And he's just not you.
And I hate him for it.
I hope Romania fucking sucked man.
Today I'm in uni. Its ok. Nae banter really tho.
Later on I'm ending stuff with the boi I'm seeing I think. Dunno how that's gonna go.
He holds doors open for me, he tells me I'm pretty, he holds my hand, he comes over, he hugs me while I sleep, he puts kisses on the ends of texts, he looks after me when I'm ill, he thinks I'm funny, he lends me books, he drinks tea, he gives me lifts, he's nice to me, he helps me make the bed, he's (almost) never late...
And he's just not you.
And I hate him for it.
I hope Romania fucking sucked man.