97 days to the a levels and here i am being a pig at home.
one day of being sick and having the privilledge to wake up late is tempting me.
i don't feel like going back to the world of homework, redundant mugging and worrying.
shit.
97 days. i realise, i'm so dead.
i'm super thirsty yet i can't drink more than a tiny bit of water if not i'll puke it all out.
i think my stomach is yearning for food but all i can eat is sour gummy worms.
a pile of unfinished hw is waiting for me but all i wish to do is to watch morning cartoons.
i'm so dead.

i don't think you're ready, to bother about anyone else but yourself.