Why is a raven like a writing desk?

I really am being tested. Someone up there, or down there, or or slightly to the left of me, or wherever they may be is testing my patience and my tether.

I hate trach and I’m terrified about summer.

I just needed to post this somewhere. Please ignore/pretend it doesn’t exist. 

Life right now is like a massive Jenga pile.

At the beginning of the year, when I started university, things were going great. Home was fine, life was awesome. Ever since then, the pieces have been slowly sliding out, keeping balance but getting more and more unstable. 

And then March/Easter came. Easter came, and it took a bowling ball, threw away the rule book and knocked all the pieces. It feels like this is happening in slow motion. Like I’m watching the pieces slowly but surely crash to the ground, and there’s nothing I can do about it. 

My home life and family relations have had irreparable damage done to it, I’m spending 80% of my life confused about everything, my grades aren’t what they should be (despite my hard work), I spend a lot of my time trying not to cry in front of people, I don’t have a job, I’m potentially not going to have anywhere to live for a month and a half in the summer and I’m trying my hardest to change this but nothing’s going right. 

I’m aware this is incredibly moany, selfish and petty but I needed to write it down somewhere and I have no idea where my diary is. Also, I hate Jenga. 

I am confused. And I think I’m slightly angry about being confused.

GALILEO

GALILEO

GALILEO FIGAROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass has been read so many time in these past 2 weeks. At least 7 or 8 times. It’s just one of the comforting books which you can lose yourself in, and it’s so full of nostalgia that I can’t help but feel at home.