Worrying

I'm worrying a lot recently and I'm not sure what good it's doing. Everything's quite placid and empty, which doesn't help. There's nothing to look forward to anymore, not from lack of opportunities or reasons but from the fact I can't bring myself to do anything but sit alone at home. Isn't that a sign of something? Maybe that i give up to easily or generally can't handle outside of my head. I don't know 

The Holy Grail Of Shit

Have just finished my fiction piece for AS English. If there could be a bigger holy grail of shit, there isn't.

Was inspired by my remorse of finishing all aired seasons of American Horror Story, counteracted by my absolute happiness over finishing my first fine art project.

There is so much left to be done.

To be truly honest I feel so idiotic writing long blog posts to nobody but myself so I figure I'm going to keep them short always, for my own memory-keep.

Apparently

So the boyfriend leaves mine with his messenger still logged in on my phone. Shortly after I get many angry notifications and read he's asking around his mates while walking home if they have a light. He knows I have many willing to lend but is too afraid to admit he's taken up smoking again. 
I'm not one to judge but why's he got to hide it, I'm no dragon lady.
In other news college is a drag and everything's a disappointment, apart from one or two.
It's really cold but the beach is still looking pretty.

Right

Being a young, seemingly mediocre college student I feel something new has to happen.
It is apparent to me that probably no one will read this but I guess it's for me really, a sort of monotonous diary. I haven't really decided yet if it will be about myself or just obscure things that interest me, so I suppose later posts will have to determine that.
It's really dark and stormy outside and my fingers are very cold, this makes it almost impossible to complete coursework. Ugh. 
Today is a good day though, a Chinese has been ordered and everything is really quiet.