Sunday, December 26, 2010

Now that I've left.

Now that I've left I expect they're all saying how stupid I've been. I imagine them sitting there, cradling their glasses in their palms. Their private gentlemans club making snide remarks about the silly young girl. What little she knows. How naive she is - how childish her sensibilities.

Or maybe they're not. Maybe they're not talking about me at all. Perhaps my absence stays unmentioned, and their conversation meanders down a different path. Maybe I don't matter that much at all.

I don't know what would be worse.

Thursday, December 9, 2010


It's how I feel. Blah blah blah.

Got commended for a writing competition.

Working tomorrow - maybe go out after? Haven't been to The Court in a while... But funds...

Terribly close to Christmas.

Am I drunk all the time?