Holidays are drawing in to a close and well, as usual, one finds a lot to do on his hands. I've got pictures to edit, blues to get over and done with, a fucking house to find and a fucking mindset to repair.
It's amazingly hard to actually fucking do anything nowadays, like I have fucking bricks as organs or something. I don't want to go out, I don't want to meet people fuck, everything seems so fucking hostile. Of course, I'll have to get over that soon, fucking clinicals are starting.
After this it's study, study and more fucking studying. And guess what, I think that it's for the best. I've realised that my capacity of socialising has been dumbed down, only yesterday some dude sat down beside me trying to strike up a conversation while I was eating. I looked at him and all I could think of was how his face would look if I smashed it in with a bottle of ketchup.
Don't get me wrong, really, I like to meet new people etcetera. I made quite a few friends in the UK, and fuck, if I have to rate myself on a scale of one to ten, I'd give myself a four. Which is not that bad if you really think about it. However, I like to do it at my own pace, if I feel like it, then I'll chat. If I reaaaaally like it then I'll go and watch a film or something with whoever it is. I don't appreciate people thinking that just because I crack a lot of jokes or talk about a wide range of things, I'm definitely a guy to talk to twenty-four seven, three hundred and sixty five days. Also, I don't like to talk with people when all they bring up is fucking politics or religion or minor controversies.
I cropped my hair really short yesterday.
"Lovely girl, you're the murder in my world, dressings coffins for the souls I've left to die." Ava Adore; The Smashing Pumpkins.
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