Ok, Like the vast majority of people who toy with the idea of suicide, I have indeed decided that I won't. Not yet, anyway.
Somone said to me this week
When I was a kid I hated going to bed, because I was sure that I was going to miss something - that once I fell asleep some magical kick-ass party would spontaneously generate in the next room . You know, with never-ending chocolate ice cream fountains and clowns and pony rides.
I hope he doesn't mind me quoting him, but this, for some reason struck home. I've been reduced to something not quite living over the past 6 months. The childish-ness of this just hit home. It's like starting from scratch again if you look at it with this perspective.
Have been offered a horse to train
erm...my first two exams are over.
My friends are osssum.
Attempted positivity time, supplemented with JPW and some tree climbing for good measure.
My legs. Not particularly meaningful or poignant. Just legs.
This song makes me predictably happy in the pants.
Must dash, party details to finalise.
tehehe, it gets funnier every time ;p
or not D: