I think it almost blew up in my hands then.
Oh dear.
I am in a room on the opposite side of our corridor and three rooms down. I have Florence and The Machine on full volume on my little CD player and I can STILL hear his music above mine. I’ve only just put my own music on, his has been on for 2 hours. If you cannot sleep through it, join it eh? Despite the fact I haven’t had the chance/ inclination to sleep properly in over 2 weeks now. I was hoping to catch up today, but oh no. Not today Louise. Not ever.
For fucks sake. I want to bash his head in with James’ wok.
I’m just gonna go trip the fuse box though. l o l
and abandon your friends at the pub and meander off to campus without telling them anything and stalk someone you like but who doesn’t like you back and make friends with a cat called Willoughby and then get left alone by the person you went to see who actually found you sat outside their accommodation and have to get rescued by two of your friends and then just have some kind of random meltdown and refuse to talk to anyone and then go out for another wander and sit in the frost next to the beck like some kind of weirdo at 3 in the morning and then still like the person who you like who doesn’t like you who actually left you and only thought to check where you are 3 hours after you’ve been abandoned.
mlia
Going to be messy. Again. ;)
FINGERS CROSSED I PULL SOMEONE HOT.
Punching stuff and stalking Ed.
To be fair it was almost a very fruitful mission. But then my knight in a black cab arrived and mission was aborted.
I met a very nice cat called Willoughby.
if only I could find a rave to attend.
what part of punching the fuck out of exterior walls seemed like a good idea? My knuckles are fucked.
I love that they care enough to come find me. But it’s not the end of the world if I wander off, I know what I’m doing for the most part.
that doesn’n mean I’m a retard.
it’s fine I won’t think of you like that again.
fuck you.
