So yes, I lost my voice yesterday and Kian sent me to bed. This morning I woke up having found my voice, but feeling so dead I've only been out of bed to the bath room and a sandwich a few hours ago. Kian's going out this evening for games night (I had the forethought to cancel it yesterday - otherwise I'd have another week of trying to stay ( Read more... )

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Trying to write my personal statement has been a long task. What's worse is that I'm no where near finished. After a rather productive day (with artwork done or almost done) I've been reduced to tears, again, other this fucking thing. I currently don't want to go on to next year. I also don't want to go to uni tomorrow. All I want to do is cry ( Read more... )