My OperaTuesday the 13th of May
Tuesday, May 13, 2008 5:09:44 PM
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Listless
I thought it was about time to write my 'diary' entry for today. Yes, I know that I technically gave that last post this morning, but I'm going to pretend that was yesterday. Because I'm a rebel, clearly.
So. Today. I was asked to hand in Becky's assignment for her today. I didn't mind, of course. I had nothing else that I had to do - bar work. Anyway, she woke me at eight this morning, because she was heading off to Alton Towers. I don't mind helping people out, of course not, but then I realised that she probably only asked me to do it because I'm one of those people that gets walked all over all the time. I'm probably reading too much into it, but I'm always the one without plans, aren't I? Hanging around larger groups for the entertainment value. Nice.
Had no food so I walked to the shop. I spoke with that girl, Amy. I met her on the second day of coming to uni, and we talked for ages back then. She opened up, telling me everything. I think she had to get it off her chest, and I was there. You know, the pirate who obviously was worse off than you. Or vaguely normal enough to keep quiet. Every time I see her, I feel a little bit sick. It's not her fault, though, it's mine. I just think about how much I want to say things, and how she was able to be so candid like that. I had only known her for hours before I understood a dark piece of her life. Months have passed, years for some of my friends, and I only let out the things that bubble to the top.
That's the difference, isn't it? People know that they can trust me. I'm trustworthy, I know that. But can't trust anyone else. Mum said to trust 90% the other day. I think I can trust my closest friends about 60%. 60-70%. After being stabbed in the back and to my face, the stats have lowered, I'm afraid.
Oh, and I'm still not Scottish. Not. Scottish.
I have no plans tonight. Unless someone rings and begs me to come out, I'm staying in to join DI Sam Tyler and DCI Gene Hunt to forget about everything. I wish I could travel in time. Maybe then I could make a real fresh start.
~LN
ListlessI thought it was about time to write my 'diary' entry for today. Yes, I know that I technically gave that last post this morning, but I'm going to pretend that was yesterday. Because I'm a rebel, clearly.
So. Today. I was asked to hand in Becky's assignment for her today. I didn't mind, of course. I had nothing else that I had to do - bar work. Anyway, she woke me at eight this morning, because she was heading off to Alton Towers. I don't mind helping people out, of course not, but then I realised that she probably only asked me to do it because I'm one of those people that gets walked all over all the time. I'm probably reading too much into it, but I'm always the one without plans, aren't I? Hanging around larger groups for the entertainment value. Nice.
Had no food so I walked to the shop. I spoke with that girl, Amy. I met her on the second day of coming to uni, and we talked for ages back then. She opened up, telling me everything. I think she had to get it off her chest, and I was there. You know, the pirate who obviously was worse off than you. Or vaguely normal enough to keep quiet. Every time I see her, I feel a little bit sick. It's not her fault, though, it's mine. I just think about how much I want to say things, and how she was able to be so candid like that. I had only known her for hours before I understood a dark piece of her life. Months have passed, years for some of my friends, and I only let out the things that bubble to the top.
That's the difference, isn't it? People know that they can trust me. I'm trustworthy, I know that. But can't trust anyone else. Mum said to trust 90% the other day. I think I can trust my closest friends about 60%. 60-70%. After being stabbed in the back and to my face, the stats have lowered, I'm afraid.
Oh, and I'm still not Scottish. Not. Scottish.
I have no plans tonight. Unless someone rings and begs me to come out, I'm staying in to join DI Sam Tyler and DCI Gene Hunt to forget about everything. I wish I could travel in time. Maybe then I could make a real fresh start.
~LN
