The end is nigh.

[plum177]

This is it people, this is my mind, what little there is left of it, crumbling into a fine powder. This is me, so tightly wound up that I wind down all at once. This is my mother calling me to 'see if I'm okay'. This is the fact that I apparently start University in three weeks and I haven't yet completed all the forms for my money, I can't find the forms that I was supposed to send about housing and I'm not actually sure that the Uni knows that I exist or that I'm planning on turning up in a few weeks because I haven't heard from them at all. This is the point where some time in the next few days I take to wearing my underwear on my head and saying 'wibble' in a loud voice, possibly whilst out in the local shopping centre, and if it isn't that, then it'll be me finally breaking down into tears and short circuiting my keyboard whilst I try to type. Oh, and I haven't even started packing. I think I might explode. I can't sleep nights without being woken up I can sleep days, but that's only because I'm scared to talk to anyone, I really think I'm going to explode or something one of these days. I'm shaking. My mind, and everything else is a complete mess. I can't say anything to my Mum, she'll be really cross and I can't even talk to my Dad at the moment and I just don't know what to do. I'm not even certain that I can call the Uni because I'm sure they'll be pissed at me.

Misery thy name is plum.