School is rubbish really but it’s also a distraction, something less personal and more typical to worry about, something which kind of matters but not so much on the grand scale of things. Hence the lack tumblr updates.
Most days, I’m not so bothered anymore. Maybe a sigh, a passing thought and then giving it up which was so awfully difficult a few weeks ago. Which is good because I’m not fond of smoking, there’s never enough money and the rum is running out.
I think I’m over the (melo)drama and done with hysterics. Yes, every now and then when there’s no avoiding you, my guts will knit themselves into a fancy sweater while the rest of me just feels like wilting, acid-drenched weeds and there’ll be nothing for it but several stiff drinks. But for the most part, I do not care.