do i really care what these people think? its a big question. Its huge. and the answer is im not quite sure. once upon a time the answer would be no but now its not really, but maybe.
The boy is surfing in newquay, ross is dancing with robyn and john is my accomplace this week and too much drink was consumed and words were screamed and im nearly dead and ill and ive been sat at work for an hour with nothing to do. It strikes me as odd.
Friday seems so far away but soon weekends wont be our only time. Everyday will be ours, in a house that we will share, in a bed that just for us.
It gets nearer and nearer and i havent found a job, i havent got any money and im scared but its ok because we will be together and an adventure it will be.
I cried on saturday for the decisions i have made that have been wrong, but this one is right.
I could write pages and pages of the things i will miss but for another day that will be.