This is the weekend that made me think Edward Cozens liked me.

This is the weekend that I properly befriended Andrew Tebboth.

This is the weekend I grazed my knee and got my bum smacked by Ed.

This is the weekend I found my true friends.

This is the weekend I (almost) figured boys out.

This is the weekend I crashed into FAR too many walls for my own wellbeing.

This is the weekend I missed Samuel Eastwood (almost)...

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so isn't it better to be weak?

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can't sleep,

can't eat,

can't <i>live</i> for want of him.

and when i get to see him,

i can't even think of anything good to say.

so i find myself on here,

at half midnight,

doing fuck all because nobody's posting.

and being unpredictable and "grouchy".

damn.

i'm more like my dad than i thought.

but i <i>miss</i>...

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narf.

some idiot's given me their cold so i'm stuck at home with nothing to do AT ALL. But! All is not bad, since I have learned how to knit (important life skill, that) and i've written all my xmas cards. Which is pretty cool.

I just wish the mouse would stop retarding. Every time I touch the little USB thingy it flashes and freezes up and i have to take it out and put it back in again and it's annoying me.

So, um, yeah. Bored. Mum said I can go out...

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