i feel shit.
i miss school. i miss my friends. i miss parties. i miss lately planned parties at mine. i miss being too drunk to know where i am, and why. i miss having drunken regrets. i miss always having weekend plans. i miss feeling like i belonged to something. i miss my best friend, harry. i miss the world cup atmosphere. i miss swimming in fell foot. i miss the caravan site. i miss attending parties at the club we weren’t invited too. i miss barbeque’s in the rain. i miss camping in my garden. i miss hangover walks. i miss throwing up at work, weekly. i miss summer dresses. i miss ainz and my singing. i miss eating daddy long legs drunk. i miss being able to do shots. i miss videoing every drunken night. i miss rabies rabies rabies. i miss chuck and creg nights. i miss cartmel races. i miss ict catch ups. i miss group photos. i miss study leave. i miss lying in the sun on the field. i miss coursework, and doing coursework outside. i miss bus journeys. i miss aaron. i miss maths lessons. i miss niall. i miss lanky. i miss hugs from josh. i miss tom vickers. i miss otto. i miss little sammy t. i miss cowps. i miss ryan. i miss english lessons. i miss set three science. i miss uniform. i miss mr coulston. i miss mr nicholson. i miss midget brown. i miss gay george. i miss the volvic challenge. i miss drinking on school nights. i miss being late to school. i miss play fights with harry. i miss how annoyed abby and i used to get in geography. i miss how patronising mrs weir was. i miss going out for meals with the friends. i miss abby being home alone for a week. i miss fucking around in sport. i miss skyping an irish guy till 5am. i miss constant nose bleeds. i miss getting with everyone and anyone at parties. i miss having hour long talks with matt about how much we liked each other. i miss chloe. i miss college. i miss the milk you could buy in school. i miss my full fringe. i miss the snow. i miss jamie.
