please accept me

9 months...

joy division

feeling really odd, and confused. often a lot of the time i think i'm scared of the answer. i'm a coward, this isn't making sense. bye.

i wish i had a baby like this.

i just know we'll be friends for ever :)

lol: give love a chance. let love in. GROW A BEARD!

what do i do?
camberwell; better than wimbledon, convenietly close but i might meet amy geyer there
st martins; standard is high, dad would be so proud but unlikely to get in, is it worth wasting my choice?
wimbledon; perfect, little bit of a trek but good college, seems relaxed and un-pretentious, only down side is i feel like i'm begging sams friends lol
ravensbourne; assuming its pretty easy to get in according to spam, but doesn't really focus that much on fine art, more media/film based, could open up a whole new career option tho?


*the extent of my wonderful art work

when i do nothing when i should be doing something, i have these rubbish realisations that at the time seem like the only thing that is going to excite my life. current realisation: drop out of school, never sleep any more and eat only meat.

can you come home now? i know its only been 2 days, but on the second day, today i really miss you.