A few more secrets

I should probably let you in a little more. Recently I've been rather hooked on alcohol, which seems pretty frelling stupid, so close to the GCSE's. Not very many days go by recently when I'm not blown away, or wanting to be at least. I feel a medium between down and high. If I can just get the GCSE's out of the way, everything will be fine. Other than the imminent prospect of death, that is.

I need to kick the alcohol and roll-up cigarettes, and sort my life out. This has gone too far. I'm becoming painfully in love, teenage style. It's terrible. I can't sleep, eat, think, perform the most fundamental action without her in my head. Conforming to be a teen. It's wonderful. But I don't care. Like I've said before, I have plenty more hang-overs to get, plenty more joints to smoke, plenty more relationships to hate. So follow my entries as I spiral. Hope you have as much fun as I do!

Redshift.