Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!

I am going insane. I am stressed, and I need to hit something. I have so much to do, and I’m lashing out at all the wrong people. I don’t know what to do

Please help me…

Think

Look, and thinks

Fuck it.

I give up. I’m not going to think, I’m going to be impulsive and decisive, and I’m going for whatever I get. Fuck French, I don’t like it, I’ll do further maths and be a nerd. Why the hell not?I’ll stop dreaming and live a little.

Don’t like it? Bite me.

42.

Life goes on, and I’m not ready for it. I have problems, and I’m coming out with them:
I have lots of coursework, mock exams, I’m in love with two girls, of which I can never have one, and will never have the balls to try with the other. I have few friends that can be bothered to make the effort to talk to me…

Oh, and I complain. A lot…

Fuck it

franglais?

Coming to the end of two weeks in France, I find something that really annoys me. We were always told in French lessons that the French always appreciate it if we make an effort to speak French, even if it is shocking French. But the thing is, half the French people speak English better than us, and just start speaking English. It seems such a waste of French lessons.

Of course, if we started of English straight away, they may just only speak french, but I doubt it.

Why does the world just accept our language, and everything else? They lose their culture, and just as we complain that immigrants in our country disturb our culture/communities, we are pushing into other countries a lot harder.

Why? Why why why? Warum? Pourquoi?

verbal diarrhoea…

I have had a sudden outburst of verbal diarrhoea (talking forever).

You won’t know about this, because I am only uploading this about a week later.

In the past hour or so, I have written four (five?) posts, all of which are as random as always.

Why can I sometimes come out with loads, and other days I just cannot think? Why can I bottle things up sometimes, and can other times let things out straight away.

There are many things which are apparently easier at some times, and harder at others. Maybe everything is. Why can’t everything be the same diffiulty all the time?

photography.

For once I would actually like an answer. I care about this one.

I have found something else to let me vent and escape (by something else, I mean to go with this, and ice skating).

Photography is my escape into the creative side I never had, but I need to know where to go with it…

an apology…

I have been doing a lot of quotes recently, paying no attention to copyright.

Basically, I’m sorry about that, but context is useful.

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love is hard.

“It kicks so hard,
Breaks your bones,
Cuts so deep,
Hits your soul,
Tears your skin,
And make sure blood flows,
Love is hard”

Love is Hard – James Morrison

Love hurts. There’s no doubt about it. While an emotion can’t physically hurts us (kicking, breaking bones, knifing people, ripping skin, drawing blood, dotdotdot et cetera.) it can actually hurt itself.

Having had two bad experiences of love, it has put me off, having hurt me, and sort of hurt itself (go into my head if you want the logic)

Why should something that in theory cause happiness be able to screw a person, itself and god knows what else up? Who gave emotions that right?

emphasis…

Have you ever noticed how emphasis can completely change your meaning…

This is particularly striking in French, where a question can become a statement, or an angry outburst.

How could you make yourself clear with no emphasis?