Is It Over Yet?

You are nosy. I heard what you were saying in the car. Tsk. Tsk.

I'm coming back soon. I promise. I sorry 31337, I know it's what I said last week but this time I'm serious. I shall be home soon! Back to irritate you all!! Or one of you could do me a favour and kill me.

I've been wishing that someone would kill me. Not anything nasty, just a nice quick death, like a gun shot to the head or a stab wound to the chest. I'm sure the pain and subsequent death would be much more enjoyable than working 11 hour days and then studying until 3am every single day for the last month. I'm so tired that it feels like there are spiders crawling under my skin sometimes. I'm so tired I failed to realise it was raining, even though I was getting soaked. I'm so tired I was standing in the massive freezer at work and I felt warm. I'm so tired I think I'm dreaming writing this. I'm sure I'm actually in a hospital bed in a coma.

Sometimes I get a spare moment to look in the mirror and it scares me. I'm ridiculously and frighteningly pale and have the blackest circles under my eyes. I look like a heroin addict and I wish I was right now.

As soon as Uni is done, my last exam is June 20th, I am going to get extremely wasted and take as many fucking drugs as I can get my naughty grasping hands on!!!!!!!!!!

So, until I come back officially, here is a picture of me I took in April, when I was happy. Yes, my room is bright orange.