Only 9 days left of school. Until freedom i suppose. Had the penultimate lesson avec Mr Pruvey, he was super hot, as ever.
Spent maths thinking about how quickly this (school) year has gone. I started this year happy and in love. I'm ending it, well, i cant really think of a word to describe my current state of mind... being...
Tried to blog, then it kept translating my words straight into hindi, managed to work it out, mum was fascinated, it's indian week at her school.
Foley is good at conversation.
So... lets talk about my facial problems (inside not outside, dont get me started on those lol)
Face= Numb as a Irishman with icicle up his bum
I bit inside of my mouth, couldn't feel it. Hit myself in the face... felt that. Felt really sadistic and wanted to stab myself and see what happened, mum wouldn't let me. My chin felt unreal.
SO for tea i had milkshake through a straw, and i just had some buttons.
Mum worked out that my asthma goes mental when i get really stressed/over emotional (you get the picture) you know me, this happens a lot, so basically i'm fucked.
I love my shoes <3
'When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?'
Not that my shoes are killing me...
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