My bus comes at around 8am. As in, the last bus I can catch and still be on school on time. I woke up at 7.50am. XD;; I'd woken up at 6, as usual, was too tired and fell asleep again. As a result of this, I forget my camera and pink clothing. I'm wearing a red/pink top, but it's cold so I have my warm snuggly hoodie. :3
Part of me wants to DDR tonight, but... no money, tiredness, nobody to go with and wearing combats that are too big for me. XD; They're too long and too big, so nice and baggy and comfortable.
I'm exhausted - not to the extent I have been but still pretty tired. I shouldn't have stayed up. ._.; But it will be half term soon, so i can sleep and stay up.
I feel kinda odd and fluffy. Fluffy. Yeah. I just want to curl up in a ball and read a book and listen to music and draw and perhaps talk to people. I don't want to care about truth or lies, just that people do care, even when I think they shouldn't because I'm not their problem. Fast forward. Pause. Rewind.
Has a minorly messed up dream this morning. We were on the bus, and it decided to go through the Bull Ring. It went up the escalators fine, and was shrinking to fit into the lift and then I woke up. Heh.
I managed to hit my head off the radiator. Yay me. And two tests latger.

Sometimes I feel as if I'm dreaming. Who cares if I don't know what to believe? I believe in myself somewhere at the bottom of it all. Hell yeah.