croissantkatie | Incomprehensible Whinging.

I need to phone up my friend. This, for some reason, is scaring my senseless. I know that once I do it, I will feel better. I need to tell someone about how much school has been bringing me down besides my Mum. My Mum is wonderful and (mainly) sympathetic. She does however have other things to worry about and I need another perspective. And seeing as a lot of the issues are closely linked in to my interpretation of my friendships, I should probably actually talk about it to a friend. I know she won't think less of me or hate me or stop being my friend or anything like that because I've had that conversation with her before and she said she wouldn't just stop being my friend.

I’ve planned this stupid phone conversation out in my head for goodness sake! It’s stupid. I have a nice pleasant reason (/excuse) for ringing her up, I have slightly less cheery stuff to move onto which isn’t about me (because talking about my brother’s potential medical problems is easier than talking about how I feel). The actual important bit I don’t have a plan for though.

And yes, I am now totally delaying the inevitable by writing all this up, but I felt the need to rant a bit so I’m slightly less nervous before I actually do it. Sadly it hasn’t helped all that much, other than highlighting just how stupid I know all this is.

Finally, on a slightly cheerier note, we were completely hammered in the last Test against South Africa. Blagh.