Under the blankie everything’s chill, this is a warm couch and from here I can easily get hold of television gear, my glass of lemonade, the overload of crisps and sweets casually hanging around and my phone. Actually, I’m lying on my phone right now, because my phone is always too close and might as well be a newly discovered body part. I have to get to class but I know I won’t, I know I won’t even go downstairs to make a sandwich or get my book, because it’s too damn hard.
Whiny, lazy, greasy hair. It’s two weeks before Christmas and this means I won’t do anything properly anymore. I just want daily life to stop – it’s too dark outside anyway – and to crawl back inside a nice Christmassy cave where no one bothers me.READ MORE