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No me gusta giorno tre. I’m so tired.. Like, i’ve never felt this physically tired before, but I can’t sleep at all. I don’t know what it is, but as soon as I crawl into bed I can’t stop thinking about stuff. Not even worrying about stuff, really. Just complete obscure thoughts. Like last night, it was nearing one in the morning, I heard these screams. At first I thought I was just hearing things, but they got louder and louder. And it sounded like a woman was being beaten or something. So after about ten minutes I opened my window and peered out.. I could still hear the screaming, but I couldn’t see anything. Then there was this massive thud, and there weren’t anymore screams. I was like, petrified at this point.. probably due to lack of sleep, and maybe because I watched that documentry on knife crime and youth gang culture in the UK. I went to bed, like thinking what would happen if someone got murdered just across the street and I kept playing it over and over until about six. Mother convenietly got up at this time, and I asked if she heard anything weird at about half twelve last night. ‘Seriously, if next door don’t shut that bastarding dog up.. -proceeds to rant about how little sleep she got-’. I don’t know.. It must be that book i’m reading or something. But yeah, work experience was a bit stressful today. Just wanted to go home and sleep. Started at 10:30, just prepared stuff ready for the nights lessons and tomorrows lessons. Went home, tried to sleep but failed miserably and went for a run instead. (Which makes no sense really, and is probably the reason i’m tired). Went back and taught from four until seven. Was a bit dull really.

I found loads of old photographs from when I was little too. I found the loveliest one of my brother and me, and then one of the family, including Dad. There were a couple that stood out, like one from when we did the Nativity and my brother was Joseph and he had to ride a donkey to church. Heheh. And one where I had my little toy hoover, I guess I had OCD back then too.

Two tickets torn in half, and a lot of nothing to do.
Do you miss me, miss misery, like you say you do?

I haven’t heard from Sarah much recently either, I hope she’s okay. Just two days to go – I’m more than half way. Tomorrow I don’t have to start until four thirty/fiveish, so I think i’m going to sleep in and then go for a run.