SO. I sleep through my lecture and tutorial. I sleep through breakfast and lunch. I get up and sit on Facebook in my pyjamas, with my lovely bed hair. All of a sudden - ‘WOOOOO - EVACUATE THE BUILDING’.

Fuck you life, fuck you.

Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing? Do you feel nothing?
And I go out at six in the morning and start my search for you. If I’ve dreamt a message of a street or a pub or a station I go there. And I wait for you.
You know, I really feel like I’m being manipulated. I’ve never in my life had a problem giving another person what they want. But no one’s ever been able to do that for me. No one touches me, no one gets near me. But now you’ve touched me somewhere so fucking deep I can’t believe and I can’t be that for you. Because I can’t find you.

Dear assignment,

I wish it was acceptable to turn up to university in my pjyamas and take my blanket on the bus. Just saying, the world would be a better place.

4.30am… I’m coping reasonably well.

Fucking bitch.

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