Last night, the night before, and several other nights recently I have had dreams about Andrew. I hate them. Why won't my mind just block them for me? It just doesn't bother even though they upset me and it surely realises?

Nightmares I can handle. Terrifying mosters attacking, ok I get them and they don't bother me at all, but these dreams recently I can't even think about because I just want to cry. They're not particularly action packed it's just peaceful and every morning I have to wake up and realise it was just a dream again.

I hate my mind. Hopefully though writing about it will get them out of my system and I wont have to face another night of it. =/

As year 11 on study leave I dont have to answer to the bells anymore (woooot!) which means no lessons and as I was in school today it meant I could just sit around and chat for the entire day until my exam came up (I had to come in on the bus this morning because I couldn/t catch a lift due to other people wanting to use the car).

It was rather a fun day, but I managed to sunburn my arms again =/

I had the most amazing chocolate brownie. If you are ever in Kirkby I reccommend the bakery on the highstreet for price and size of yummy yummy cakes and stuff =)