Oh sweet Mary Mother of God, as my grandmother would say.
You see, Tomorrow marks the biggest day of my life thus far.
Tomorrow decides my future, If I get into sixth form it opens up the option of getting my A-levels, going to University, getting a degree, mapping out my future with a devilishly handsome medical student/something awesome guy.
Or I could fail, and get a job, bugger up my future before I have even lived long enough to have much of a past. And whatever happens it will be my fault, I will have done it all on my own.
But what is distracting me from that at this very moment, is that I have lost my ticket to Reading festival, the ticket that I waited to get online for three hours, the ticket that I was supposed to use alongside my sister, but who can't go, so to top off that, it turns out I have lost my ticket, the one my dad really kindly paid £200 for, yeah, that's how this is going.
I know, how careless, it was not something to fool around with, since I go Thursday.
I could drown in my own tears I am so distraught, I have turned my house upside down, and drawn a blank, and I searched thoroughly.
My dad told me he hoped I found it, but that it was a cruel, yet crucial lesson I must learn.
My mutti told me to pray to st Antony, to find it- I also asked for my jazz, cus that's been missing a while.
So if you happen upon this, I beg of you, send your best prayers to st Andrew, just for me.
until next time my sweethearts, where we shall know if i am buggered or not.
P.S- Dearest Anonymous, If you must know, I can spell Dickhead,
oh I'm just wild.