This is so wrong, this shouldn't be happening.

Your concern is soft and silent, it's nice, but it's too tempting to pursue. This shouldn't be happening because I'm merely not allowed to, am I? No I'm not. I can't and I shouldn't. This is wrong Kathleen, and you should know better than to be like this. You're going to have to toughen up and block it out. You can't think like this, it's wrong, it's wrong.
It's so wrong.

I'm in sick today, and the Poly clinic smelt of old people and death. So I read my book till my neck ached and my head gave way. So I guess I'm feeling a little better than I did last night, I had my tiny freak out session on the way back, but I'm fine now. I've been feeling quite okay lately, but there's just some really bad feeling I have, and here goes my paranoia, but I should end this feeling before it becomes more than just a thought.

I want to do so many things at once.
I want to get away, I want to take you with me. I want to tell my conscience to pipe down so I could get over myself for once. I want to tell you how your concern is starting to eat me inside out. I want to get out of school and get a life, I want to Do Something, real.

xoxo
Kath.