i'm in my free now. i haven't written for a while, and the last time i wrote i thought i'd never be writing again.
perhaps i'm manic depressive, afterall, there's so many times when i feel as though i'd rather die than talk to another human being or breathe in another breath of this dead air circulating around me.
and then there's all the times when i feel like the world is a big bean bag that i'm sitting on top of: everything in control, everything to my liking, no painful reminders of late coursework or forgotten phone calls or people i have disappointed.
i fluctuate between the two, sometimes multiple times in a day, sometimes once a month.
half term begins today. i need it so badly too.
got a date tonight - adam - a 'research chemist for international paints'.
i know the butterflies aren't for the nerves - they're for the guilt.
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