Sin Duda Nada

Okay so I'm lying in bed thinking. Earlier Heathrow opened which made me realise I could be jumping on a plane at any time. And then I got that feeling. The one that's going to have me crying myself to sleep the first night back. This stay has been tooo long and I've become too attached again. Admittedly while I'm here the parents whose hugs I long for from there annoy me greatly. They argue SO much . The good thing is when I get back I'm going to be SO swamped it's not even funny. I don't know how to motivate myself to work either. I remember what did it last time but I'm not sure if it will work this time. Especially since I'm even less confident. I feel like a failure so often these days but I still don't seem to do anything about it. There's nobody I can tell that stuff to either. Pride holds me back from telling those I would have told before and my parents they get so worried when I start crying about these things. I think my mom really thought I was clinically depressed for a while. Another good thing about going back is hopefully I will be less distracted my cool opera browser will not work disabling Twitter and Blogger for some time. My iPhone will not work disabling MSN and greatly limiting facebook. I suppose I'll only have to deal with being distracted by nice roommates and friends upstairs wanting to chat. I know whose system I want to follow and I'll just have to push myself. It'll have to start from tomorrow. I've GOT to finish two Chem sheets and at least one chapter of Maths. Oh gosh how am I going to do that when I'm up at this time. Goodnight x

(it's a glow in the dark star)

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