So, it's been a while, but with me being home from uni and it being Christmas/NewYears and everyone going through that Crimbo mayhem, I honestly haven't had the time.

I sincerely hope everyone had a wonderful time and got a shitload of presents, hell that's what Christmas is all about for half the world. For those of you who aren't so shallow, hope you had a wonderful time surrounded by friends and family.

I'm annoyed, hence why I'm writing on here. Annoyed with several things. I'm annoyed with how people preach about something but when it comes to crunch time, they do the exact opposite, whatever your views are, would you fucking stick to them? 'Cause you're making me want to punch you in the face, no offence. Fuck it, OFFENCE. OFFENCE VERY MUCH INTENDED.

I'm annoyed at people who won't leave me alone, if I don't want to speak to you, or speak about a particular thing, then would you please drop it and fuck off? Nobody likes a stalker, and if this carries on, I WILL have to delete your number, your facebook your email and tell you to kindly fuck off. Or if I'm trying to include you in something, would you be so kind as to not take the piss? It's not nice when you bitch about how much I don't tell you, and then when I try to tell you, you make jokes about it. Stop it, it's not funny and it makes you look like a prick.

I'm annoyed at being let down. I don't have ridiculously high expectations, I have reasonable expectations that you're failing to achieve, stop acting like a fucker and start acting like a friend. Pull your head out of your arse and get your act together. You're seriously disappointing right now.

I'm annoyed at being ill, I can't leave the house and all I do is eat junk food because I'm bored and there's fuck all to do, I don't wanna put weight on, so, dear immune system, you suck like a dyson, now fix me, Damnit. I feel caged!

I'm annoyed at myself for my inability to get a decent's night sleep, going to bed at six or seven in the morning is not on. Waking up every thirty minutes, is not on. Sleeping for three hours a night is not on. I know I can't help it, but I hate myself for it.

My cat just walked into the table leg. What a perfect comit relief moment. ~Story of my life.

Yours,

Noah xx

20th October 2009