So yeah, my entire day has consisted of bed. Up until 7pm. That's quite bad even for me.
Once finally awake, I asked my mum if he'd rang and she said he had, saying that I had a new appointment next Thursday at 3pm and that he might ring later on and sure enough he did. I talked to him for about 10 minutes on the phone, telling him I felt as if I'd failed for the third time with college, which, for all that it's worth, I have. He disagreed though. Well, he would wouldn't he. I don't think he'd always tell the truth if things were dismal. I also gave him the address of this diary, which I didn't mind doing, so, James, if you're reading, hello to you.
I really miss Katie.
11:52pm