the thing about realtionships is you never relish rolling over and finding your love’s lips on the pillow beside you, instead, you go all SHIT WHATS THE FUCKING TIME and you are late- for whatever it is, you are late. and if youre not late, happy out, cuddle time. except its not. that fucker is sleeping and if you try wake them, they will roll the fuck over. then you’ll snooze and you’ll actually be late for the thing.
god ive become a cynical prick
its unnerving when you stop practicing your songs and can literally hear peoples footsteps outside
so today i woke up at nine and well obviously missed that lecture and then got up to go in for 12 had my shower and breakfast (gargled salt water like the pharmacist said and promptly threw up said breakfast- lets try cough syrup instead) and was leaving at 11.30 for my 12 lecture and looked at my timetable and my lecture was actually at half eleven
so since then ive been looking up self help blogs on how not to be a complete and utter disaster
|person:||get your license|
|me:||The Road Is A Terrifying Place And I Am Very Afraid To Drive|