Its been raining in London for a solid week now. But I don’t mind too much, I like the feeling on the rain on my face, but that said, I also like the feeling of the sun on my face too.
I’ve tuned up my guitar and taken it up again as a means of do something construction during my lengthy periods of procrastination. You know the saying: “procrastinators UNITE!….. tomorrow….”.
I have two more exams to go; Chemistry for bioscience and principles of drug action. I anybody knows of a way to cram a whole years worth of missed lectures into my brain that doesn’t involve intense revision then please divulge. But to be honest I think that I’m going to end up having to revise intensely.
On a more random note, why am I so terrible with scabs? I can’t help but pick them off. Oh well.
Getting a sore throat. Its either from singing or from illness. Illness being the 2-1 favourite. All bets? No more bets!
Sweet dreams to the people who read this blog. If anyone reads this blog I suppose. One part of me wants there to be someone reading this, knowing that someone out there cares enough to read through one girls blog. A girl who becomes so desperately lonely during the night who is just seeking a friend, someone who can tell her that its okay to feel frightened and to sing her to sleep during those vast hours of insomnia. She doesn’t seek a love, I have one of those - he can’t be with me all the time - he has a life to lead too. She seeks someone to be a midnight mate, a friend by the fire.
The other part of me hopes that no reads this, simply due to the fact that there are so many secrets and fears divulged here. What if people read this purely because they hate me. They want to know my secrets as a means of hurting me. what if they laugh at this, at me.
Sweet dreams and good night.
xXx
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