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

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[foreverdirt]

I just popped by to check when you were starting uni (having some vague memory it would be this month) -- I hope you're feeling better than you were when you made this post, and that life seems a little more managable.

Remember to breathe? On the whole, people don't mind when you phone them up in confusion; it's often their job to deal with exactly that.

[plum177]

I love you so much...

Yes, I am feeling better since I posted this, (mostly because I'm now replying through a huge cloud of Jack Daniels) and partly because I am now sorted with uni (I finally got the second refernece sent through, I'll tell you about it when I'm sober) and I have some accomodation, which I am planning to move into on wednesday.

On the whole, people don't mind when you phone them up in confusion; it's often their job to deal with exactly that. - this is the reason that Sally Duval of cardiff university deserves a bunch of flowers (and is getting one as soon as I've gotten settled in on wednesday and bought some flowers.)

... *is replying to all emails whilst still in an alcoholic haze, so will probably not remember that she has done so in the morning* ...

[plum177]

It's all sorted now (see next post), thanks for commenting and it makes me happy to know that someone does at least glance at my journal from time to time :D

I send you Scumspawn hugs of love. (see icon)