On the eve of my nineteenth birthday, I fear of people’s perception of me. How quintessentially adolescent. I told you I’ve been horrendously busy, so a quick recap? I got a few poorly-written essays back, with poor marks. I went to Societies’ Ball. I didn’t win either of the two awards I was nominated for. I didn’t have a very …
One Million Billionth Of A Millisecond On A Sunday Morning
I don’t know where to begin. “I’ve had better”. That’s a phrase I’ve uttered numerous times since I’ve been back at university. In case anyone thinks I was being my usual coy (read: cryptically, annoyingly-closed) self, it’s because my dad spent most of the winter break in hospital. I think I was entitled to be a small misery guts, mmkay? …
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