"I am writing from the backseat of a bus right now, but as you don't know me you won't know where I've come from or where I'm going to, unless you are one of the elderly people who was stood at the bus stop that overheard me talk to the bus driver and you are now sat within reading distance of these words, or maybe you are nosily peering over my shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of what the girl in black is madly tapping out on her phone. Oh, you nosey people."

That was on Saturday.
It is now Monday.
It is sometime in april.
The weather =0

I am lonely.
I miss him.
I'm worried.
I've been ill.
I've got school tomorrow.
I have so much work to do.
Parents are pissing me off.
I just want to be with him more than anything ):

I don't want to face my friends who are not friends tomorrow, I'm going to be spending the day avoiding everybody. I'm keeping my head down. My hair flat. My make-up off. Damn my bright blue rucksack.
Shove my earphones in my ears, tokio hotel on full, pull my fringe over my eyes & lets get this week over with.
(:

coz at the end of the rainbow there is a pot of gold.
& at the end of this week I get to be with him.