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between forgetting my password for this journal and feeling sick as a result of the sweaty smell in this internet cafe, i remembered why i don't write alot in this journal. i have completely nothing to say about my life at this present moment. yet these are the most exciting/eventful times of my life.
i am enjoying uni. yes, my course costs a fucking bomb but who cares when you get to make pretty things.
i've noticed that not alot of people who i used to talk to, perhaps don't read my journal anymore. i mean i don't KNOW but i feel this is a correct assumption. but i don't blame you as it's an utter piece of shit as it stands. but hey, i'm not the type to moan and go "UGHHH, I'M LEAVING. BET YOU ALL WON'T MISS ME BLAH BLAH" because i'm not leaving and i'm not fishing for compliments. it's weird how alot of people do. i've noticed. they're a laugh a minute.
i should go on to read some of your journal entries but i only have 25 minutes left and well, i can't read. i'm a complete spastic nowadays and think you all should know. i'm also a very tired girl and i don't know what i'm talking about in this entry but i'll alas carry on regardless (no, i don't like beautiful south). but that's all good. and you know that.
i hope you're all doing well at what you're doing and you don't all die unhappy working a shit 9-5 job that you hate when you should be writing plays or acting on broadway. you're too cool for england and all that frantic anglo shit. i love you. you're amazing. i love people.
speak soon.
by the way dan, you write an awful lot in your journal. not a problem. i'd just like to commend your vast imagination and interesting lifestyle. i'm babbling of course. sorry xxx
i am enjoying uni. yes, my course costs a fucking bomb but who cares when you get to make pretty things.
i've noticed that not alot of people who i used to talk to, perhaps don't read my journal anymore. i mean i don't KNOW but i feel this is a correct assumption. but i don't blame you as it's an utter piece of shit as it stands. but hey, i'm not the type to moan and go "UGHHH, I'M LEAVING. BET YOU ALL WON'T MISS ME BLAH BLAH" because i'm not leaving and i'm not fishing for compliments. it's weird how alot of people do. i've noticed. they're a laugh a minute.
i should go on to read some of your journal entries but i only have 25 minutes left and well, i can't read. i'm a complete spastic nowadays and think you all should know. i'm also a very tired girl and i don't know what i'm talking about in this entry but i'll alas carry on regardless (no, i don't like beautiful south). but that's all good. and you know that.
i hope you're all doing well at what you're doing and you don't all die unhappy working a shit 9-5 job that you hate when you should be writing plays or acting on broadway. you're too cool for england and all that frantic anglo shit. i love you. you're amazing. i love people.
speak soon.
by the way dan, you write an awful lot in your journal. not a problem. i'd just like to commend your vast imagination and interesting lifestyle. i'm babbling of course. sorry xxx