Tuesday. Tuesday is Tuesday. Happier than Monday. Not as good as Wednesday. I was born on a Tuesday. Tuesday's child is full of grace, laugh out loud.
Today's been tiring. There's someone I want to speak to about something that I know means a lot to them, but I don't know how to approach the subject without seeming like a creep. Looks like I'm never going to have a chance to talk to them anyway. Haven't seen them for weeks.
Everyone at school looks forlorn. I ask them how they are and they say that they're fine and they're not. I want to hug away their melancholy but I'd probably just replace it with my own.
Wore red today. It made me happy. Anonymous, in his typically homosexual manner, took one look at me and went "Darling, you look fabulous in your get-up." I love him so much, even if he is being a prat about giving blood.
There's still a hole in my arm.
I'm off to watch Vicar of Dibley with Mum. Good luck in whatever short-term goals you have.
Dirty old river, must you keep rolling,
Flowing into the night?
People so busy, makes me feel dizzy,
Taxi light shines so bright.
But I don't need no friends.
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise.
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