Last night. I was in Michaels. He was alseep. I just sat there, wrapped my arms around my pillow and wondered. What will come of all of this? What if I can't cope with University? What if I it all goes tits up. Just, what if? I don't want to become, a lost soul. Yeah I am using the name of the book, but it fits, so its okay. Then I started thinking more so, if I do become a lost soul, where do all the lost souls go? Ah, how lame.
Its been buzzing round in my head since about 4am, still is now like. It was so weird walking home. I walked through Sefton Park, which usually just calms me down. I went through the path to the fairy glen and everything, even though it was taking me out of my way. Then I stopped walking, and lay on the floor. Not even the grass. just lay on the path and stared upwards. There were no clouds there, the name of this blog was just in a song aha. I was just there, thinking, then I started crying. Then I started doing the shakey thing I do, which was bad since no one was there to stop me. Then I just stopped.
I was freaking out, then, I wasn't. I was just blank. I just stood up, and carried on with my walk, but blank. It was so weird. I wasn't happy, or sad, or anything. Then I saw the infamous Herron of Sefton park, but, it wasn't the Herron. It was a baby Herron!!!!!! And I was happy again. Its strange how the smallest of things can cheer you up, no?
The phone just rang and I had to answer it and now I have been thrown off what I was writing. I guess I will just end it here, until I can start writing again. Fail.
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