And you're the problem and you can't feel

Try this on, straightjacket feeling
so maybe I won't be alone
Take back now, my life you're stealing.
straightjacket feeling- all american rejects



This week is going agonisingly slowly. Like, banging my head against a brick wall slow. It's only Wednesday. I still have 10 hours of lessons until a weekend that has the potential to be immense (it's pregnant?). However, those 10 lessons include Chemistry, Physics in which my teacher will be taking the piss after Manchester United's embarrassing 4-1 defeat to the team he supports, F.S with one of my teachers I despise the most, yet another hour of Textiles (today I spent 2 hours of lesson time, my lunch hour and an hour after school in that crummy little Textiles room), and other subjects I can't even bear to think about. Plus, both days, like today, I have to stay after school. Textiles today, History tomorrow, football Friday. School is driving me insane. Literally cannot wait until May, or at least April so I can have another break for Easter. I'm going down to London again, although I don't actually want to this time, I'd rather stay in Manchester with my friends. I have so much work to do, it makes me want to cry, but it's fine when I force it to the back of my mind. History, French, Textiles.

Chantal made me a friendship bracelet. I'm not going to be all mature and admit to it making me feel like I'm a kid again getting a friendship bracelet from my best friend (I would have actually killed for someone to give me a friendship bracelet when I was a kid, I was quite the loner.) I am never going to take it off, ever. Talking of friendships, some are deteriating, I'm glad at least Chantal is going to be in the same college as me next year. But apart from her, that's where it ends.

In 48 hours it's going to be Friday night.