Done. Dusted. Finished with.
We got certificates with little red ribbons. I didn’t have to socialise with the people on my course and all was fine. I discovered that I’m not the only one to have gone mad during the course. I also re-discovered that it is not considered normal by the majority of society for people to need counselling, be on pills, etc. etc. I remember when I first discovered that this wasn’t ordinary life, I’d just come out of a very stress inducing sixthform where everybody was seeing someone, had been referred, was on some sort of pill and I’d come to university where everybody wasn’t.
I’ve just come off a stres inducing course and the Pretty Dancer told me he was seeing a counsellor and various….and I didn’t bat an eyelid. I’m back in that state of, yeah everybody is seeing somebody, everybody is taking something…slightly callous I guess and I feel guilty because he’s one of the few people on my course that I do like.
I just don’t like most of them, horible I guess but really…argh! They’re so….I don’t know….YERG! Ah well, I wore my miniskirt to the showing tonight and introduced people to my vagina and go that ‘pat pat’ reaction that they do so well. I don’t care to be honest it made me feel good.
And lots of people spoke to me from the schools I’d been to hich I wasn’t expecting…ahh well much fun was had by all….and I’m…done?