THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
God.
I really don't know why I ever want it to be the weeked.
All week, I wait for Friday, and then the second I get home that day, I'm praying for Monday to roll around.
It's really pathetic.
I had another drama rehersal today.
It was so stupid. I don't even know why I bother updating you all.
All I want is for Monday morning to come. And then I can get my CD from Chelsea and be somewhere else than home. Or rehersal.
School, with all its pathetic annoiances and complete idiots, is almost salvation.
And that logic is beyond me.
But it's nearly true....
Anyway.
I'm babbling. But i don't fucking care.
Nothing happened and there's nothing to say.