STUN

So this essay is doing my head in. My mind is all over the place, got loads of things to say but can't really seem to be able to get them settled down in to one place. It is just such a mess. And my care package my mum sent me is probably gone. I'm crying on the inside, trying not to disturb the whole library. But I'm just so sad. Yet again, the hatred towards the Royal Mail is massive, just as last year when my birthday card for big bro' showed up a month late. But it gives me hope, that the package might arrive. Just really really really late.