I'm an honest mistake that you made,

Did you mean to?
Love's A Game - Magic Numbers

I cannot before remember having a dream and having me want it to come true so badly. I've never woken up close to tears upon realisation that infact, it wasn't true. Disappointed sure, but never like this. I realised at the bus stop, analysing this dream, that points to it were probably one side of myself trying to get a point across to the other side of myself. It was sentimental that dream. I almost can't wait to get back to bed so I can see if I can get there again, because if you can't have it right in reality, you might aswell have it perfect in your dreams.

I regret deleting my blogs from last year so much. Looking back I blogged when I was happy, I blogged when County won, I blogged when I was still getting over Muppet, I blogged when I was with Jamie, I blogged when I was getting into Martin (though perhaps it's better I don't read them right now), I blogged for a whole fucking year of my life and now it's just gone. I'm devastated, I don't know what I was thinking! I wish there was someway I could retreave them. I've forgotten so much of last year already, especially the first part of it. I can't wait for this summer. Last summer was good, everytime it was sunny we'd go out and walk/play football/have a water fight.

I have my interview for my second choice college on the 13th of February but I think I'm going to give it a miss to be honest. The only one of my best friends who was going to go didn't get an letter like I did and she lives right near me, it would be nice if I had someone to get to college with.



And Bloc Party was amazing.
Kele Okereke is God.