Isn't it completely absurd how one day can seem to be the worst possible one that you are ever to face, and then it is followed by one that is so fanbloodytastic, that you regret the thought of suicide.
Both of my emotional days were influenced by boys. The day before, because of the lack of one, today because of the great friendship certain boys provide me with.
I love friends, and I love the way they are friends with the boy who I want to fall in love with. A singer? Gorgeous!
Thoughts of living through G.C.S.E's were not around when I was younger. I am now in my final year of studying A-Levels, and applying to a university. The beautiful boy, Singer, is destined to go to Camebridge. Don't I feel intimidated? I shouldn't too much, as not a lot will happen. But I do want it to. I certainly do.