Crashing.

It's not even like anything in particular is wrong, it's just that it isn't right. Like for a moment you think that maybe, just maybe everything is just magically going to be okay and beautiful and then it gets snatched away and you knew deep down that it was always going to but you still don't prepare yourself.

It's hugely ironic as Steven says and actually pretty funny because when I don't care about anything or anyone, everything seems to go just fine, then the second I decide to start being a better person it all falls face flat.

It's results tomorrow and everyone's worried but I don't care as much as I thought I would.

All that's on my mind at the minute is:

1) I need a job and some money

2) In a year I go away on my own for a month and it will be amazing

3) In two years I go away with Steven forever and we will go everywhere and it will be amazing

4) I can't be arsed going to college

5) I need more nights out because last week was so busy and this week is dead

6) It would be quite nice to have a boyfriend but everyone is either

- sex obsessed

- sex obsessed

I know not all boys are but yeah, the majority are.

When I get a new diary (which will be soon because my current one has about 10 pages left), I am going to make it really pretty like Teesha Moore does and go to places like Earth and Oklahoma to write in it, instead of doing it in bed all the time. Not very inspiring.