I just looked at my old journal entries.

The one from nearly a year a go is pretty cheery. Oof, I remember being pretty happy after GCSE results and Reading and THINGS.

The ones since are pretty angsty. HM.

The one right here is GOOD.

Latitude was GOOD. I'll leave it at that, I can't write any more about it without going off on a rant about how it was, more or less, the most fun I have ever had. Nyaw, five days in a tent with everyone. FUNTIMESGUIZE.

Other things are GOOD right now, even if the whole of everyone has gone on holiday and left me behind.

Some things are TOO good.

Some things are BAD. Like - I have completely given up stopped quit on something for pretty much the first time in my life. Also - results are next week, that's two weeks earlier than I thought. And - I NEED to get a job. And even more irritatingly - ICANNOTMAKEARTTODAYORYESTERDAYORTOMORROWATTHEMOMENT.

NOTLONGTOWAIT...kind of. Write letters and diaries and blogs and notes and nosensical things to look at later and realise you're slightly retarded but at the same time to force yourself to think about things that have gone up and down and slightly sideways but always in a horizontal kind of way (as opposed to diagonal) and then feel a bit stupid 'cause you're more or less talking to yourself as no one ever reads these things though when they do you'd never want to know because it's allsoridiculous and owf I want to finish writing several songs but there's a knocking on the door which someone else should get and where's the postman these days? 18SECONDSTOGO! On the most immediate thing and least important that I am waiting for. Hm, flashback, to the 2nd June infact - that never turned out how we'd hoped, and no one liked the Limoncello.

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