It will be an absolute miracle if I go to sleep in a good mood tomorrow night.

au revoir. xo

ooooh took my iPod dock, tough move, tough.

You know, not like I can listen to music on the radio, or phone, or iPod, or laptop...

au revoir. xo

Happened to me last week.



au revoir. xo

Most people probably don't know this but I hate change. I can't deal with it.
Not the kind of change that is inevitable, like life moving on.
I mean avoidable change. Like a glass shattering, or losing something materialistic.

Hence why I am in absolute turmoil about losing my psych book. That book, that book has all my work for it. The work that proves I have done something. That book that equates to long nights perfecting my favourite subject. The same book, that if not found, will make me feel like all my hard work is being undone. :(

Although it means next to nothing to everyone else, that book was my personal pride, and now it's gone.

au revoir. xo

Whipped up such a bad essay.

It's not even an exaggeration, it is truly terrible but I just don't care about it.

au revoir. xo

Legitimately four hours later I an 'done'. Tomorrow I just need to put in 300 persuasive techniques and remember it all.
I will be relaxed on friday.

I have this feeling in my stomach that tomorrow is just going to turn into a flat soft drink.

First you're all like wooooh drink, and then the time comes and its flat and you're just like, "oh".


Mind you, I don't even like soft drinks.

au revoir. xo

I want out. I want out. I want out.