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[damnity]

It feels so unproductive when I write in this, I feel some guilt that I may want a comment for my entry. Strange, I forget I am human at times. Walking home in the rain today I felt such a strange feeling. My day- uneventful. Another lunchtime not knowing what to do really. I had something to do fortunately. The prospect of doing work again

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[i_ate_urhamster]

my, am i glad you updated. i never know what's going on anymore, i never see you and we rarely have a chance to talk tessita! i'm looking forward to your speech at my funeral. in a sort of way where i'd prefer you to not say anything

[damnity]

I understand what you mean about livejournal. You are the only person who really writes in it. When you write it is like you are putting what is in your mind onto your journal. I like that. If you do anything else it sounds slightly false or slightly pointless.
The problems of sixth form wont go away, I realise that. It makes me determined to try and find a way around it. Today Esther kept greeting all these people who I had never even made eye contact with. It annoyed me, but mostly because I was jealous. It isn't me to know lots of people or to make idle chit chat. That has never been me. But it still doesn't stop me from wanting just to chat about nothing sometimes. That may be the problem why I find it hard to talk to strangers and acquaintances which makes me wonder how I ever got friends in the first place.
Haha your rhetoric is always a welcome rhetoric! It doesn't sound rehearsed or forced. Hopefully we will both get into Cambridge then everything will be better. Maybe I shouldn't pin my hopes on that though..