I’m loving this.
You’re not the first, or the last, but you’re possibly the prettiest.
Nowhere near enough sleep, woken with a cold, hiding in my bedroom from the cleaners and an exam to revise for.
But still, weirdly in high spirits.
Completely and utterly enamoured with The Cure. I’ve always loved them but the last week has been something else. I don’t know.
I am most certainly my Dad’s daughter.