Problems....

• As Level Exams
• Teachers who don't seem to understand how important every minute of my life is
  
• P.E - Sorry for not being able to play any kind of sport!
  
• Chemistry Equilibrium and Stupid Chatelier who had to come up with a crazy wacked out principle that I cannot seem to get my head around
• Mathematics in General
• When Did Psychology ever become this hard to revise for?
• I don't frigging care about the biodiversity that this Earth seems to possess.
• And Evolution is so wrong on every level.
  

Sigh.

Sigh. Something's you just have to let go. And no matter how much you wish you could scream it in that certain person's face so they could understand how frustrating it is to watch them use you like a piece of tissue - the only way is to let go.

Oh gosh College tomorrow - or sixth form as some like to call it. Not school please. Maybe a prison sentence. Okay it isn't that bad. It's tragic. I'd rather waste my life away sitting on the couch watching re-runs of Gilmore Girls and Friends than learn about the molecular structure of DNA with MRL. Man, that guy is mental. Wacko, completely wacko in his head! Just because I am not an avid fan of Biological literature and don't find the role of enzymes fascinating!

My cat doesn't like Sainsbury's SO ORGANIC CAT FOOD WITH CHUNKS OF CHICKEN IN A GRAVY WITH SALMON. Craziness. And suddenly he doesn't like milk either. Special lactose free cat milk!

Sigh sigh sigh.

She said what... ?

Tragic Love

Head spinning, she fell against the cold concrete wall for the third time today night. Hard. It hit her.

Why was he being like this? He was never like this!

Surely, she was just being open. He said he loved her...

Bring it out again, another whip. Things begin to slow down in her mind. Oblivious to the pain she looked up at him. Whisper. Please honey let's talk...

Silenced.

The sound of leather against skin. The smell of rustic blood. Woozy.

She steadied herself and found the strength to lift her head again - balancing tentatively on her hands. Breathe.

They warned her. They told her he was no good. And yet. Haha Love is blind. Isn't it? How would they know? He knew her. He was her life. Everything she did revolved around him. He was after all just a victim of the situation. Those accusations must have hurt him. No, This was her fault. Maybe if she gave in - she had to protect the little one.

She reached out to him with one hand and noticed the crimson bruises. Sore - the blood that had clotted opened into fresh streams. It hurt. Just like when he ripped open with those insults. But before she could bring her brain to process words - he'd turned and left.

She looked down in defeat and stared at the life growing in her. A warm hand over it. She wanted to cry but her eyes ached. Lonely. Today was meant to be different. He was not meant to come home drunk. He was not meant to throw the dishes on the floor. He was not meant to remind her of the past.

He was meant to know the present so they could plan their future.

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The word of the month is...

Touché! Absolutely Loveit like lemonade on a sunny afternoon :D

Since, I haven't utilised my day to the max by doing useful things with my life which mostly include revision, revision and yes more revision I have decided to blog. This is slightly useful isn't it?

I went to the Open Day for Queen Mary's today. Wooo Barts and London. Love that too! Don't ask why. I have a fixation on that place. Having said that, I've probably completely jinxed any chance that I had getting in.

Anyhow, all things irrelevant aside. It has been a good day.

Fact
London Liverpool Street Station has NO BINS! That, or I need to book an appointment with an optician now now now!

Here's a challenge for everyone who reads this - Smile. :)

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I lost it..

Once again my brain seems to have disappeared on a long long trip to Someplaceidontknow. Which pretty much sucks because now I have to use thesaurus to find the words I want. There's nothing vaguely exciting happening on the news either to moan about. So I'll let the pictures do the talking.

Rusty seems to be loving the sunny weather. He spends his day sitting on my window sill either wishful thinking about the birds flying overhead or snoozing. Easy life.

I'm so jealous :(

It has been one long long term of pleasing teachers and attempting past papers and rushing through the syllabus. Joyous fun. And then reports. Sixth form is incredibly amazing. Really, I don't know why I couldn't wait to start it!

Looking at things on the brighter side of the spectrum - It's the Easter break! Two weeks of contemplating revision. :)

This book is so so awesome. You need to go out, buy the book and read it. Why? Because it will change your view on a million different things. Grace is a pretty cool thing.

I also took the initiative to spring clean my room. For the sake of my mother and found a few things to add to my wall - which when my parents see will probably freak them out slightly but oh well!

I shall end this post here mainly because I really don't know what to say. Maybe when my brain decides to kick itself into action...

I take way too many picturs of Rusty. Oh welll.......

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