This is not the time

What's got me feeling like this again? I think it's this advert. Oh dear. I love you. I hate you. I miss you. I'm sorry. It's good to hear you again.

So I have done no revision, instead today I have thrown up and felt generally sorry for myself. Then promised myself I will never drink again. Wasn't too bothered about United losing last night, had a feeling we just weren't going to turn up and we didn't in the end. It's fine. I'm more bothered about County anyway, even though they are probably about 100 positions off even thinking of the Champions League. Tomorrow I'm going into town to buy my prom shoes. I want them black and high. Have I even told you about my prom dress? It's lovely. If I could be bothered going onto the FCUK website and finding it, then I would. It's dark, dark blue and it's frilly, but in a fashionable way, not in a prom dress way. Oh god. I need to stop before I start ranting about my dress and how much I love it. There's a picture on my dailybooth anyway.