Hmmm, Although again, Im sat up in my room daily, With nothing to do but think of what i'd like to be doing, I don't feel slightly similar to how i did then, Strange huh. You know what I think is like real shite, I typed a name in google, A name which i mentioned rather obsessively in my now ancient diary, After deleting all my entries and closing my account, AND, that diary with that name still came up, and by clicking on a strange link, I managed to get into that diary and read all of the entries i had once, insanely typed out. Now that, is fucking Monkey Balls. I also hate the fact that My Boyfriend works and i don't. It's erm, Can't think of the word, But almost insulting, Nope not insulting, Ahhh i dunno. It jus pisses me off.