February 2012
Absolutely sick of being treated like a fucking child. The sooner I leave home the fucking better.
I cannot wait for Saturday. I’m going to camp in the woods in Withycombe with some people. We’re planning on making a fire, ordering Romino’s (from the woods…), getting tipsy and then getting fucked off MD and watching the sun rise. I haven’t had a night like that in nearly a year so hopefully it should be good, not too messy, just nice. The only downside is that Josh...
I have so much work to do I don’t even know where to begin. I have to finish of this essay for Mrs Price on Jane Eyre which is already TERRIBLE and looks like it’s been written by an eight year old. Plus I’ve got to revise for my English mock tomorrow and do whatever else I’ve forgotten, because there’s always something.
I can’t wait for tomorrow night. I get...
Planning on camping in the woods next weekend.
Camping
Outside
In the freezing cold.
Ahhhh why not?:P
Fuck’s sake. Nothing ever fucking goes right. My family are shit, my friends are basically non existent and Minehead is fucking miserable. If I didn’t have Josh I’d literally have no one, and I haven’t even done anything wrong.
Getting really fed up now. Minus Josh, there’s literally nothing good what so ever about living around here.
I wish I knew how to write essays. It feels like everyone else sees at as a piece of piss and I just sit down and stare at the question and I’m like whaaaaaaaaaaat. I’m such a retard. I’m gonna fail everything wah wah wah wah
It’s 12:10 and I’ve already eaten two packets of Randoms.
Trying really hard to get my art coursework done but It’s looks like a piece of shit.
Also calling places up to get a job which is such a cringy thing because I always talk really fast or mumble or laugh at things which really, really aren’t funny.
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Good music to listen to whilst doing art work?
