December : old habits die hard:

Old habits die hard,
So roll a dice ,
and lay down a card
And neck your drink,
pour a shot,
drink until alls forgot.

Could grab my fags
light em up
or add some ket into my cup

Might as well get all the drugs
because any will do
numb my pain
For an hour or two.

I’ll grab the takeaway,
Stuff my gob
More and more
that’ll do the job.

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May: Us

I love the way you laugh out loud The way you make me smile The way you're not afraid to hold my hand, if only for a while I love the way you look at me And the way you always care The way you look me in the eyes And sometimes even stare I love the way you give me hugs That sometimes last forever But think you should believe in yourself more, because you are actually really clever. I love the way you understand me completely, And even though it sounds really cheesy, the way you complete me.

Endings:

I made the decision to leave my university course – and not being able to change courses so late in the year then meant leaving the university and my flat until next year. And this was all damn hard .My life has been full of turbulent change since September, and just when I felt settled again I had to rip it all out from under me . I've been left with debts to pay, had to find a new job, and adjust to being back home. But , things could still be worse . I’ve got my health, a supportive family and even more supportive friends. And I don’t regret one second at university – even with all the flat drama and the course- as there’s still so much I’ve learnt these past couple of months. And sometimes in life you’ve got to weigh up what is most important to you. It was nearly a year ago now that I choose to do this course . It all happened because I was told that I needed to do a degree with an “actual job” at the end of it, not a useless one.I choose a degree that...

Revision Procrastination :

Studying and Stressing , With my exams now pressing, And a workload appalling, my a confidence is falling, My room is so cluttered, My spirits in the gutter, and my brain is not working, So, a breakdown is lurking, It’s just taking me ages, To summarise these bloody pages, And everything is blaring, So my temper starts flaring, So, “Shut up, I’m studying”, I’ll scream and shout. But, I shout at my mum , who just came to see if she could help me out. I’m feeling agitated, It’s all far too complicated, Because nothing adds up or makes sense. Now my eyelids are drooping, and my shoulders are stooping, So I’ll just have a five-minute rest. z z z z z z z z z Then, I wake , two hours later, And stare at my paper, I realise that maybe I shouldn’t be this stressed. Because in 10 years time, how much will it matter what I got on this test? All I can do now is try my best.

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