the crumpled page.

it is winter now and the time to disappear inside where it is warm and huddle at desks over textbooks and steaming mugs and spend my time off cuddled up in bed with my reading books, getting lost in the yorkshire moors with the bronte sisters or walking bootclad feet along the thames river, hand in gloved hand with a boy that loves me for my mind and my character, not for who i wish i was.

Twas BORING yesterday.
I am beginning to hate weekends, except that I love seeing him after five long days without him by my side :C
It's so unfair.
Next saturday im off to Malta, fooo sure.
Fuck Gozo, and the lame Gozitans! PFT.