I've just been singing to Chicago, and Lene Marlin. And I've quite literally lost my voice, it must have flown out the window or something. I had those open. So the citizens of Grays could hear my ...um..interesting singing. And now, I can't speak.

I've failed to do the homework I said I'd do today. I haven't really done much at all.

I read some more; and so I was crying this morning, thinking about last night.

Then, I went out, and bought stuff. With Mum's money. It's only just now I've realised that perhaps I only did that because of what happened last night. Which worries me. Because that's wrong...as I am frequently told.

I suppose I believe that too.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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