I took the bus home and missed a stop.

Had to walk the length of a bus stop back.

Saw the buses whizz pass me and I almost cried.

Tried to cut fruit and sliced my hand like a medical surgeon only could.

Played Oasis and felt my mood plummet like a heart only can.

'Cause you had a bad day doesn't even begin to define it.

But before I continue to wallow in my own pool of pity (of which I shan't. Oh and don't play Marion Raven when you're sad too. It seems like they're all going into depression or what. But her album is pretty good, you know the latest one, if you want to go into depression) today hasn't been that bad actually.

I just don't know what's wrong with me. It's like when I was walking it seemed like an extremely good time for reflection and then everything came rushing to me and then I just felt like crying.

For no apparent reason.

And with strange dreams with the class in it, it's just one of the blatant signs of me being on the brink of insanity. Honestly though, the dreams are pretty funny too if you think of it. But that's not the point here.

I think it was brought on by
1) Oasis
2) Marion Raven
3) Thinking too much of Maria Sharapova and how she relates to a GP essay
4) Extreme frustration

I can't type normally because my index finger is safely ensconced in a plaster that's too stiff for agile movement of the finger.

Why am I complaining.

Why are you reading this.

Why am I here.

Blah.

Ok I shan't continue like this. Feels too desolate.

HALLO WORLD HOW DID YOU THINK THE GP PAPER WAS?

Now everyone's getting depressed except for me.

Cos I really don't care!

Lalalalas.

Alright people, study hard and don't let yourself down and may God bless ya'll :)