Hungry
Oh, I'm so starving. My dad is talking ages cooking the dinner. I can feel myself fading away. The worst thing is that I'm surrounded by lots of delicious snack-type things but am having to resist as my dinner could be ready any second.
This is how low my life has got. I've resorted to talking about hunger for crying out loud. Pathetic.
I stupidly promised my (incredibly immature) sister that I'll accompany her to Glasgow tomorrow morning at like 9am. I will die. I have trouble getting up at 1pm.
I should probably start sleeping now.
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