Lights of the cars go by in streams - seems like I stand pretty much unseen

All my money has gone.

I have no petrol.

If my car doesn't start tomorrow, my parents will find out I have no petrol.

I will be asked how I have spent nearly £2000 in a month considering I don't pay rent or bills.

I will be forced to say "I bought studded thigh-high boots and a Balmain replica".

I haven't even done my Christmas shopping.

I can't go to London tomorrow night.

I have tried my absolute best not to be - but I have resigned myself to the fact I am definitely going to be single for the rest of my life.

I'm not even sad about it. I think I should be.

I want my hair to grow faster.

I need to go on holiday.

I need to read a really good book I've been alternating between reading absolute trash and the Financial times for the past year. So, yeah, absolute trash.

I read a letter I wrote to you when we were 14 yesterday predicting this exact thing would happen and saying I knew we'd pull through. I really hope we do and I'm terrified.

I hate that the battery in my central locking key is running out.

I hate that instead of puting the key in the lock I still stubbornly stand there for minutes on end trying to get the electronic key to work.

I really wish people would stop interfering.