If today was a fish, I’d give up fishing…
If Judy Blume could hear the voices in my head, she’d wish she was writing it.
Hang on. Yep, she’s still alive. Present tense is good.
So, I feel like cliched pathetic teenager of the year. Not something I’m going to go into in detail. But here are the bits I can tell you: I am still completely oblivious to any pendulum knowledge that might be floating around in my head; I am listening to the BBC Last Night of the Proms collection (Jerusalem, to be specific); I think I am still using these semicolons wrong; I am not going to give birth out of my ear.
My lovely hormones are having fun today. What I want to know is, shouldn’t they have settled down by now? Also, they are effectively proteins, yes? Why can I not just simply attack them with heart-shaped scissors?
Grr. And all that jazz.
Is that a reference to irritation?
Abs x