Look at this. Even though he's clearly terrible at expressing himself, I really sympathise with him - I've felt the same way so often since coming here.

Posting that was brought on partly by thinking about things last night (when I have time to think about these things it's never good) and also that recent relationships post on The Sinner. See that for most of my feelings on this... I think my paranoia and insecurity stretches even back to primary school bullying. For years there have always been people who have picked on me or who I've felt threatened by, and I really feel sometimes as if I'm now totally spineless - I'm scared of fully being myself because of what I think others will think of me. Maybe it's past now.

Anyway, that's all a bit depressing, so I'll try and find something happy to put in here. Fiona, Jeremy and I watched my Thundercats and He-Man videos last night. They really are terrible... it's not even like Knightmare, which is still rather entertaining even today. They're just laughable (especially the bit when He-Man gets rid of Skeletor by baking him in a gigantic loaf of bread and throwing it through the ceiling).

I missed breakfast again. What happened was that I woke up at about twenty to six, turned over, had one of the most disturbing nightmares of my life so far (even worse than the one where the Mini exploded, or when Gamma Ray did a cover version of YMCA) and woke again at 8:30. Still got to the lecture at 9, but I shouldn't have bothered - it was gibberish.

Give us a chance to live, give us a chance to die
Give us a chance to be free without fire from the sky
Give us a chance to love, give us a chance to hate
Give us a chance before you kill us all...