making ones misery public; well the odd indulgence now and then

Suddenly writing this isn’t nearly as fun. I think I’m down. I agreed with self not to write when am in doldrums as I will inevitably wallow in self pity but I fancy a moan. I tried to start up again but starting is too tedious esp. when I might just make it to end of June. End of June heralds the end of a lifetime of school; I await in great anticipation for this momentous occasion. I dislike being at school it keeps me from my ideas but I dislike being alone even more so. Still summer brings freedom until of course results are published and university becomes the next great issue.
Good lord just listen to this drivel, thank goodness I’m not in Africa starving to death; I don’t think id be very good if it really came to survival of the fittest. But lord does it put life in proportion. My mind shall leave me alone soon, I shall stop being pestered and drift off into some blissful state of living. I shall breath and decide…if; the frenchest word I know!