When you wake up too early, the day is too long. Of course, "too early" in my case was about nine thirty, but when the day is nothing but revision, that's still not a good idea. Revision started out okay, because I was in the garden in the sun, but it started making me feel sleepy. I hate biology; this is probably reflected in the fact that I fell asleep. Seriously. I was sitting on my bed at about four with my biology book, skimming through it vaguely, and then it was six o'clock and I was staring at the ceiling feeling weird. I don't remember falling asleep at all. Hmmm.
Since then, well, I have done remarkably little, as my life grows ever-more uninteresting and my writing follows the same pattern. It's boring. Huh.
I am bored, my life is boring, I have a GCSE tomorrow. I'm not really in a bad mood, it just sounds like it.
Since then, well, I have done remarkably little, as my life grows ever-more uninteresting and my writing follows the same pattern. It's boring. Huh.
I am bored, my life is boring, I have a GCSE tomorrow. I'm not really in a bad mood, it just sounds like it.