Clingy

If there's one thing I've learnt about myself these past few months it's this.
I'm a clinger.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not an emotional leech and I don't crave attention (far from it most of the time). I just don't want to be alone. If I said that to my friends they'd be a tad confused. I'm always banging on about my me-time. About having thinking space.
This is different.
I know, right now, that there's an army of people I could fall back on. That I could land my problems on one of my friends and they'd be okay with that. But with leaving for college on the horizon, there's a fear building.
Abandonment.
Sounds drastic, I know, but that's how I feel inside. I need the comfort of knowing that I won't be cut off from my friends, no matter what college we go to or what courses we take.
So I told them this - just a few minutes ago. What I got was comfort, but not sympathetic crap. I needed that.
I'm sure I'm not the only one feeling this way, or maybe I am and I'm a freak. Either way, I needed to do this. I rewrote this post because it didn't feel right, but now it does.
Hopefully it helps someone. I know it helped me.
So... I'll see you when I see you, but here's hoping it's soon.
Bye, guys!

Frazzled

What's wrong?
The worst answer? Thats got to be "I don't know." But I've been feeling like that a lot lately. Something's wrong, but I just can't put my finger on it.
The bad thing is, people rarely take that as an answer. There must be something or is it me? No, there isn't. No, it's not.
What do you do when you want some peace? Go away. That never works. You're antisocial then, or you're attention seeking because you won't talk.
But answer me this:
How am I attention seeking when attention is the last thing I want?
I guess, sometimes in life, we can be too curious for our own - and our friends' - good.
So I think, if ever there's a word for how you feel when you get like that, if you're anything like me at any rate, it's Frazzled. When everything's too much and nothing's okay, you're Frazzled. But don't push someone who's frazzled, that's the last thing they need.
It's good to be caring, but sometimes human nature can make us too caring. If they don't talk, don't ask. If they don't listen, don't say.
Well then, my frazzled lovelies. I'll see you when I see you but here's hoping it's soon.
Bye!

Hey There... Yes, You, Reading This

I've been meaning to do this for quite a while now.
So now I am.
Clever me, figuring out this tinterweb malarkey.
So, me. I'm in Year Eleven at high school (that makes me 16 for anyone unfamiliar with the British school system) and I seem to be in a minority of people who haven't applied to a college yet.
I keep meaning to, trust me. I just haven't got around to it yet, which is the story of my life, really.
Honest to God, it's a miracle I'm doing this. I've tried YouTube, me and my friend have a joint channel with, wait for it, one video and a staggering six subscribers.
I've tried my hand at a few things over the past few years: Twitter, Tumblr, Wattpad, YouTube. Not Facebook. I don't like Facebook. The trouble is, I rarely seem to stick at it.
Maybe this time will be different. I hope so.
Here's to hope, procrastination, and crappy autocorrect.
(Seriously though I typed that four times)
Well then, my lovelies, I'll see you when I see you but here's hoping it's soon. Bye!