It's 15:47 and I'm in my room with my best friend, A.
It's the first time she's came round in a while because of what happened, but she used to come round every Monday and Friday. Sometimes Wednesday.
We're on season 3 of orange is the new black and she is sleeping right now (shocker) so I'm writing this.
It was the last day of year 10 today; we left early then bought chips and ate them next to the church in town, with my other friend with the same name- so I'm calling her AH.
My next six weeks will consist of revising for. GCSE's next year, hopefully excersise- probably not (but the intentions there). And meeting up with A.
I'm planning on going shopping on Friday with my sister, M, to buy folders and stationary for revision.
I'm actually going to try this year.
YOU ARE READING
The uneventful diary of a 15 year old sociopath.
RandomThis isn't a 'story' I had planned on anyone reading because people will probably not want to, to be honest. I'm using this as a kind of 'diary' (but I don't really want to call it a diary because i don't want to face the fact that I'm being cringe...
