I won't waste my time, no, I'm just fine.

- Ever feel all alone, and completely ok with it? I haven't had peace all holiday. I hate that people pursue me and question my right to my time. I just need to be left on my own.
- Why can't people understand that everything isn't about them? If I'm upset or angry, the first thing they do is try to eliminate the blame from themselves - 'it's not me is it?' 'did I do something?'. A wider scope, please.

- Solitude is what I really need at the moment. I can feel myself slowly feeling better about this whole situation, but I need to get back into the rush. 
- I'm back in London on Monday. I think the brisk impartiality of it will be a breath of fresh air. When my train crosses the thames at dawn, I remember how tiny small I am.

- That's what I need my commercial capital for. To remind me I was ok before and I'll feel ok again. There's safety in the big city, there's security in my constants. Coffee and coke and cigarettes and indistinct friends and all the galleries I could ever want. The crammed carriages. The park, the people, the wide, crowded streets: London Town. 

- UCAS starts up again tomorrow. I'm so scared, I have to admit it. It makes me so vulnerable, like all my deeds are laid bare for an impartial professor to toss aside like an used tissue. It's ruthless! 
- If I'm honest, what with the disappointment and the anticipation and all this waiting, my sleep pattern is failing - late to bed, late to rise, lucky if I can rouse the energy to drag myself from the sheets before 12.
- I've become pathetic, hollow and shadow.