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...I can't find the keys for my suitcase. Uh.
Fuck.
CRISIS AVERTED. "Safe places" are stupid ideas.
EDIT: This is to save me spamming yet again. But ugh, there's so much making me irritable and grumpy at the moment.
I feel like I'm drifting away from so many people and that's frustrating me. I mean, do I suck at being friends with people that much? Am I that entirely useless at the whole 'friend' thing that people -- I, them, whoever -- move away from me par the course?
And then there's the fact that I don't find out about my resit results until the fifteenth now -- and that's pissing me off. Why the hell do they keep changing the date? That whole thing is still hanging over my head and stressing me out because at the end of the day, I'd just like to fucking know, you know? If I've got to hold out for a year, then you know, that's not what I'd've liked to have done, but shit happens, I'd just like to know one way or the other.
And with that in mind, there's the whole 'finding a job thing'. I mean, if I have to become an 'untaught student' for a year, I'm going to need to find a job just for the simple fact that I'm going to be renting a place in Leeds. I mean, for fuck's sake this is ridiculous. If I'm not going to be studying in Leeds, I'm going to want to find a job up there because otherwise I'm just going to have this flat going to waste, sitting there and being paid for and not being used and that will piss me off more than you will ever know.
And, of course, Dad started nagging me this morning about that, and he was all 'oh, if you aren't going back to uni, you'll have to come back down here and work at the Spar' and jesus fucking christ, I don't think I could cope with a year at the Spar, I really, really don't. It'd drive me in-fucking-sane.
Fuck.
CRISIS AVERTED. "Safe places" are stupid ideas.
EDIT: This is to save me spamming yet again. But ugh, there's so much making me irritable and grumpy at the moment.
I feel like I'm drifting away from so many people and that's frustrating me. I mean, do I suck at being friends with people that much? Am I that entirely useless at the whole 'friend' thing that people -- I, them, whoever -- move away from me par the course?
And then there's the fact that I don't find out about my resit results until the fifteenth now -- and that's pissing me off. Why the hell do they keep changing the date? That whole thing is still hanging over my head and stressing me out because at the end of the day, I'd just like to fucking know, you know? If I've got to hold out for a year, then you know, that's not what I'd've liked to have done, but shit happens, I'd just like to know one way or the other.
And with that in mind, there's the whole 'finding a job thing'. I mean, if I have to become an 'untaught student' for a year, I'm going to need to find a job just for the simple fact that I'm going to be renting a place in Leeds. I mean, for fuck's sake this is ridiculous. If I'm not going to be studying in Leeds, I'm going to want to find a job up there because otherwise I'm just going to have this flat going to waste, sitting there and being paid for and not being used and that will piss me off more than you will ever know.
And, of course, Dad started nagging me this morning about that, and he was all 'oh, if you aren't going back to uni, you'll have to come back down here and work at the Spar' and jesus fucking christ, I don't think I could cope with a year at the Spar, I really, really don't. It'd drive me in-fucking-sane.