shout at the world because the world doesn't love you, lower yourself because you know that you'll have to

I'm going to fail maths and scrounge off my parents for the rest of my life so it seems. I couldn't even become a cleaning lady because I'm shit at being domestic.

I want to start work. Like proper. I think I would like to work in a shop. She says clothes stores like New Look and Topshop won't let you work there unless you have experience so I need to find a charity shop... There's an Oxfam down the road from where I live I think.

The other day my dad asked me which I would prefer, working in a food shop, clothes shop or record shop. Record shop, of course. Beggars can't be choosers though.

Would love to be decked out in decadence but it's too hard to not care. I hate being a stresshead.

I could do so many things in life, I could be anything I want! Not anymore. The weight of exams has put a dampener on things and reality has set in.

Anyway.

Off to read up on new bands and that autobiography on Alex James that he gave me; it's turning out to be a pretty good read. Oh and I'm going to try and get to sleep of course, big day tomorrow I guess.