I was going to skip blogging tonight but I realised it was that the title would be 4 and 4 is my favourite number.
I have a terrible habit of tapping or touching my collarbones when I am bored or something and I must do it a lot since my friends notice and comment on it. Like, "Wtf are you doing?" I don't even notice I do it, so I wonder how many other habits I have that other people notice.
I was going to wear a short sleeved top today because it was a lovely day and then I realised I couldn't do that because whilst cuts don't bother me, I don't feel like sharing my secrets with everyone I know. That is exactly why I never used to cut my arms. I have no idea why I started doing so either because I don't want scars there in the future. I think the first time I cut my arms was because I was in a huge state and a major 'cutting spree' and ran out of space. From my wrists to my shoulders. Everywhere hurt like a bitch in the morning when I realised what I had done the night before.
It's apparently A level results day on Thursday and I am meant to go with my friend to get his results. Kind of rubbish because I would have been getting mine this year, but shit happens I guess. I hope he's done well though because he's worked pretty hard.
Right enough of my random chatter.