The best two years of my life - all gone. No more. Forever.
No more talking random crap to Shaun.
No more setting Charlie on fire.
No more helping Jab with his problems, or having him help me.
No more taking the píss out of Scott's mullet, Rikki's fat, etc.
No more beating Alex up, or watching Alun and Paul beat him harder.
No more getting píssed off with Lindsey over how she sucks at sharing rooms.
No more shagging Robin (well, that was over ages ago, but it was good, OK?).
No more Big Fat Tom ridiculing me.
No more pretending to rápe Chris.
No more stupid sayings from Colleen.
No more Peter Stevens acting like "wibbly" is the best thing ever.
No more shopping trips to Bristol.
No more viewings of random people's arses (Charlie, Chris and Alun mostly).
No more Pete Wiggins acting like he's funny (he's not).
No more sitting in reception watching the world go by.
It'll all be over soon.
And God, will I miss it.
So, the plan is, I must make the most of my time here. If I don't, this time will be gone and I will have wasted it.
I don't know how exactly I will do this, but I must find a way. Some way.
I'll shut up now.
- k.s. x