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It seems like I'm still a mess. I just feel so bloody empty, so meaningless. I don't know what to do. I thought I'd work on a short story, but I really don't feel like it. I can't find anything to write at all. I should study, I guess. Probably history - I need to write about decolonisation and stuff. Oh, jolly. Otherwise I could try to plan my PE lesson, but I don't feel I have any inspiration for it right now. Read Keats? Have done alittle, and I feel like doing something else. Perhaps I should do some maths, as that is the next worse thing to cutting my arms up. Oh, wait - my siblings might be between them.
I did have a good time earlier today when I went out looking for summer clothes with mother, and I also got a mail from Mikael, saying that it was okay for us to have lunch on Tuesday. That's very nice, considering I haven't met him since August.
Perhaps I should tidy my desk...
I did have a good time earlier today when I went out looking for summer clothes with mother, and I also got a mail from Mikael, saying that it was okay for us to have lunch on Tuesday. That's very nice, considering I haven't met him since August.
Perhaps I should tidy my desk...