In which I, graduate and muscian, write things and press enter.
I really need to have a shower and make my lunch for tomorrow and then go to bed… But I really cant be bothered.
I just want to sit and read my book all night.
There’s a guy at work, who gets the company bus home, like I do.
I don’t know who he is, or what he specifically does.
But by god.
He has got one mother chuffing sexy accent.
I fucking hate being an adult.
Advice. Stay a student forever.
Its the perfect balance of being a child and an adult all in one.
“Amélie lied to me…”
I actually hate it when a guy and a girl, who are both in relationships with other people, and have been friends for years and years, suddenly can’t be friends because one of their other halves ”wouldn’t like it” or “would freak out” if they saw you talking.
It’s not fair.
And really… it’s just so god damn pathetic.