Okay, so i started counselling again, i've been going through a really rough time with the fact that the biggest T*** in the whole of the english speaking universe has decided to come back to school for the sixth form.. Why? I do not know, maybe because he consists on making my GCSE year hell.
So back to counselling, My counsellor told me that she thinks ever since this guy i haven't been myself, i've lost my sparkle. My thing that makes me, me. So what did i try and do? Regain it. I knew that since this guy i hadn't been as confident as i would be. So i decided to jump on the social suicide wagon and ask out a random sixth former who's name i didn't know. Why? Well he had the coolest motorbike ever.. and he was kinda good looking.. But it didn't go to well... well i think he's started parking his bike in a different area so i no longer see him.. And did i gain any sparkle? No. Did i gain anything? Apart from the gift of never being able to talk to anyone again.. Nothing.
I think i'll be avioding all Sixth formers for the next few years. xo
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