God it's exhausting trying to be consistent. Blogging regularly, for example, has become a comical idea to me. I haven't been able to do that since back when I made badly written fanfiction... Being twelve years old did not suit me.
It's even more difficult to keep up a project like that when your whole life "falls apart" (basically meaning, you've turned into a teenager and you think that everybody is ruining your life and nobody understands you).
Even now, I'm expecting at least one person to take notice and read this, but I'm also kind of hoping they don't. The less aware people are of my existence, the less responsibility I have. I'm so damn unreliable... Seriously. I went into a shop to see if I could have a job and they gave me an application form. I said I'd fill it out by Thursday... That was a month ago. I still have the half-completed form sitting by my bed. I'm terrified that the nice manager, Alice is going to spot me in the street. Though it's probably quite arrogant to assume she'd recognise me after meeting me once. If she did though... that would be awkward.
But I digress.
The point is that I don't like, and should not be given responsibility. Please expect nothing of me.
Boy, that's a good line to put on my CV.
School starts next week. I'll be starting Sixth Form, and it's going to be great and exciting, and I know I'm going to love my classes. But I was supposed to do some work for each of those classes. Needless to say, I can't even complete work for something I enjoy. I'm damn useless.
Hahaha... save me.