Last week I had a slight� well, breakdown maybe. I�m not sure of the correct terminology but the result was that I JACKED IT ALL IN. Woo! I barely ever cry and I never do public displays of emotion. I�m a bit hard like that. Or just very reserved. Therefore I am mightily embarrassed that it was me sobbing on someone last Friday night.

I�m not studying anymore! My tutor is making it very difficult for me to leave. It would be flattering if it wasn�t just because she cares that I was one of the only consistent top grade students and that now her overall pass rate goes down. Fuck that. You know what? I shouldn�t be having a mental fight with myself every week to reach deadlines. I shouldn�t be spending so much time feeling miserable and guilty because I�ve spent a few hours with my boyfriend. I�m sick of thinking I�m not good enough. Well, clearly now I have shown I�m not. I feel relieved.

Hello friends? Remember me? No? I�m the one that used to be with you on Friday nights! Remember when I got kissed by Elvis? When I tripped over a leprechaun? When I pissed off a smarmy Egyptian banker? POOP THE SCOOP.

What the hell am I going to do?

Without sounding awfully goth kid I have been blinking back tears for a week. Even though I feel happier and brighter I do feel like i'm walking about pretending to be with it.

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I can�t believe that a lost whale managed to end up in the Thames. Imagine thinking you�re on your way to the deep of the Atlantic sea and ending up in a murky river near the houses of parliament. The poor bastard.

Soso