I am nervous that you won't be my lover
I leave tomorrow, got my ticket ready and everything. Of course, there is the small matter of English Lit and ICT between me and the train ride.
I'm currently cramming for English. It's English and History which'll get me. They're the ones.
David called me eighteen times today (all left unanswered), texted four times (only receiving one reply), and tried MSN at least twice. I feel bad not being able to put it to rest for Dan's sake, but I know it's harmless, and just a result of David being bored.
Thismorning I woke up at 4am. This is getting ridiculous, and I'm getting it sorted next week. At 5am I gave in and crawled upstairs to my parents' room asking after paracetamol. I haven't slept since then; the paracetamol didn't work. Luckily I was fine at school.
Just got another text while I was typing this. What am I supposed to do?
Now he's asking what underwear I'm wearing.
I'm tempted to answer 'Bridget Jones pants.'
