26th August 2007

Psycho killer, que’est-ce que c’est

I know variety is what makes life interesting, but when it comes to mood swings, variety is just plain mean.
One moment I’m all happy and smiley, looking forward to going to school and seeing my friends again, where I will point and laugh at the year sevens who have to go through three years of geography, music and design technology - subjects I was glad to drop for my GCSE course.
The next moment I feel panic nauseous and suicidal, because a) I have to write letters for work experience and it’s just sitting in the back of my mind, nibbling away at me like some kind of parasite, b) I have to buy shoes for school, damnit, and c) I’ve convinced myself that I’m in love (read: lust) with someone who absolutely hates me and is a total arse.
Then comes stage three, the insane psycho killer (I have an urge to say que’est-ce que c’est). Running around like a lunatic, wide eyes, dilated pupils, swearing to exterminate anything that so much as dares to stand in the way of me and my sanity. The irony here of course, is that I am the one standing in the way of my own sanity. Needless to say, this eventually leads to self-destruction of the soul.
Damn hormones :grr:

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