I think it’s becoming a habit to write a blog when I’ve managed to accomplish nothing the day I decide to write it. Personally, I think that makes no sense at all, as usually you’d write a blog about what you did that day or recently. Clearly my logic and commonsense is extremely limited. Never mind, aye?

Though I lacked the energy to do anything today, I managed to collect a very large bundle of my favourite quotes from tumblr. and now have a big collection of photographs, too. I like looking back on them, it’s nice to reflect (I generally pick quotes, pictures and “sayings” that relate to how I feel).

I spent the day at my friend Tamsin’s house after staying over last night… and now I’m still at her house and will also be here tomorrow night as our other friend is joining us in the afternoon. I’m quite grateful for the few days I’ve had to spend with her - we didn’t manage to hang around much last week and it feels good to catch up. An added bonus is that I don’t feel ashamed, guilty or judged when I tell her things I’ve not told anything else. It’s good. I love her :)

On a much darker note, I’ll be recieving my A-Level results on the twentieth of this month… and to be totally honest with you, I’m dreading it. I’ve stayed as optimistic about it as I possibly can… and although I don’t care about having to re-do the year if push comes to shove (although I wouldn’t particularly like myself much if so)… I’m just not looking forward to looking at that piece of paper that will - pretty much - determine the way I will react. I’ll most likely cry. Either from happiness or disappointment, I won’t know until I see my results. Before I opened my results last year, I cried… and afterwards I didn’t. I wonder how it’ll all pan out this year. Much the same, I think.

…I’d better go. I don’t need to, but I know if I continue writing I’ll just write nonsense. I feel like writing in this more often. But I wouldn’t hold me to that.

Even if no one reads this, I’m not bothered. It’s a nice way to vent. Theraputic, like I’ve said before.

So for now, I must leave.

Bye ya’ll. LOL.

“The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in denial of what we do, even what we think. We do this because we’re afraid. We fear we will not find love, and when we find it we fear we’ll lose it. We fear that if we do not have love we will be unhappy.”
— Richard Bach