My last day in Rugby was a stressfull one.
THIS STUPID MO' FUCKING MUSIC ESSAY.
I really am at odds with it.
It makes no logical structured sense in my head.
Therefor it doesn't on paper either.
I've been stressing all day.
Mega headache once more. (Other factors didn't help ¬.¬)
And I even had a little cry.
I am looking forward to going back to Lincoln tomorrow.
It's only been five days.
But i'm a soppy git.
And I miss him!
Om nom nom.
*Insert cheesey smile here*
Plus I'd quite like all my freedom back.
And my fucked up sleeping pattern.
And my takeaways. (FATTEH!)
I'm not looking forward to tomorrow.
I still have a good 1000 words to write.
Might be an all nighter again.
I'll be stressing about the Education Report and Powerpoint instead.