screw this.
oh goshyy; won't you look at the time? it's a facking 11:09 PM!hmm, let me predict my future. tomorrow morning my mum will yell at me; i will reluctantly drag myself out of bed, and say DAMN, because my hair that seemed GREAT today will have had a horrible transformation when i slept. it will be flat, and flicking up at the bottom. i will force myself to eat something similar to tasteless nutella on tasteless toast, and i will most probably fight with my dad in the car, a result of neither of us sleeping very much. then, i will attempt to study a penno, but give up, because my brain refuses to THINK.
then i will spend an hour and a bit running around in my connies, playing netball. i bags GA.
then i will fail maths.
then i will cry.
wish me luck.
carla. x
