15th of November was the last time I wrote anything. Seems so much longer then that. I'm in a mood. I feel like reading or like, writing a book. I wonder if I could I write a book. I don't even know what it would be about.
Just thinking now and I can't even think of anything. It would be what I want my life to be like. Some mythical creature thrown in there.
Ok school. I don't know what to say without sounding like I should just write something. I feel like I need to recap.
I'm feeling pretty content. Annoyed at money, like always. I'm never going to get my boobs done, and even if I do something will go wrong.
Now this Ben guy isn't messaging back. He's good to chat to. Would I even go and see him tonight? I dn't think I can be bothered. God I would do anything to hear from that Nate guy. I mean what the fuck happened. He could be dead. I'm too scared to ring his phone. I should though. God he was so hot and just hot. I'm annoyed. Why the fuck ask for my number, message me twice then never message me again. Fucking loser. Maybe he's over seas, phone doesn't get messages, his mates wont come to work without him. Doubt it. Think he's just not interested.
Think I might go to Safeway and get some boxes. Then I'll feel as though I've done something today, well this evening.
There we go I got a message.
I feel like typing but I feel like I'm not doing anything. I might sew.
