Broken Britain

Pfft. Skins. I can't even begin to talk about it, for fear I will never stop. I am so excited. All I should say is that I think Cook can quite definitely be everything and more than Chris was. Oh god, see, I'm regretting saying that. Chris was so much. I think a little part of me died when Chris did.

I cannot wait until my exams are done. If things turn out well I will hopefully be going to Majorca with a few of my friends in early July, when flights are still cheap and stuff. After that, if I can convince my parents to take me along, we're going to go to the US. Nothing certain yet, except for this:

Summer '09 is going to be amazing.

I am getting money for good results aswell. £50 for every A/A* and hopefully I'll be getting quite a few of them. I predict that i'm capable of As, except in Chemistry, obviously. I think I've officially given up in Chemistry, let's face it.

Tomorrow I am going to a party and I intend not to get drunk. I think my parents have had enough of drunk teenagers for a few weeks and I've definitely had enough of clearing up my best friend's "aftermath" of this drinking.

I'm happy. I can't be bothered with situations that just seem to get me down.

I haven't read properly in days.

I feel so untouched right now, need you so much

Somehow I can't forget you, I've gone crazy from the moment I met you.

Need to do:

• Find English notes from last year.
• Tidy bedroom.
• Continue taking my tablets twice a day, seeing as I stopped, and my skin got shit again.
  

Em,