Skittles

I see by the last post that all you people have been very busy during the night. ka_crow, tobiascharity, I found your conversation about gorillas extremely interesting, and dougs, you get my eternal admiration and cucharita gets a packet of Skittles.

Incidentally, I did google for Spencer Eldon beforehand. The only easy way to find out who he was was to put the name in quotes, so I figured it wasn't that easy...

Anyway. I got up late and have to leave fairly soon. I really don't want to.

"And they say children make the greatest soldiers..."

Oh, ye hallowed, familiar depression.
My exams are nearly over. I'm sixteen years old. Saturday will be my first do-nothing-drink-coffee-tease-snowdrop24-and-read-slash day in well over three months, and I was looking forward to it.
But I feel like... ack. Nothing. Apathy. I don't know what I want to do I don't want to do anything. Everything feels dreamlike. I mean, I know I went into school today and did a French listening exam, and I know it went okay apart for a couple of questions near the end, and I know I told someone the capital of Turkey when they asked, and I know I did all these things. But it's only in knowing. I don't feel like I did anything except wander through dreamland.
It was raining the whole day. I feel like I spent the whole day walking through rain, just inside my own head.

Maybe it's because I haven't talked to anyone. That's it, I'd like someone to talk to. It's so quiet here, so lonely. I like the quiet and the silence and I like being left alone, but I'd like someone to talk to. And it needn't be about anything in particular. Just about how my day was, about how their day was, what's happening tomorrow, next week, next year, someone to talk to, that's all.

100 reasons...

( I'm about to do something very stupid... )