Being Single. Drinking Double. Seeing Triple.

It’s getting me down, in a bad way.

My parents will come round eventually. Go home, do you all some good.

My grades were decent and the 2i dream is still alive and kicking - this years average is not irreparable.

Can get together enough money for VT. Fuck the unnecessary extras like another set of baselayers or a camera or a shell jacket. Take some cheap food and alcohol with you as well. Buy a snowboard lock, leash and stomp pad; get your board waxed; these are the necessities.

This room isn’t a total shithole. Once it’s spring cleaned - book in time on your timetable for maintenance and do the odd bits as they crop up.

Get your laundry done including the delicates. Wash the super delicate stuff (cashmere scarves, I’m looking at you) by hand. Hang all the delicates on the drying rack.

Do your computing assignment asap. Spend time in the library revising for the in-course test. Start to crack on with the literature review. Maybe start the next set of computing work?

Don’t stress about drinks with James on Friday afternoon. It’s just a “casual drink” as he’d like for us to be friends and for “there to not be any tension” in VT… Ignore the fact he says he’s been a dick and that he regrets not asking me out for a drink before; you know he sends mixed messages. Dress stunning and have sexy hair and good makeup and generally be a dolled-up piece of perfection regardless; it doesn’t hurt for him to know what he’s missing(?).

The more you worry about your health, the more stressed you get, the worse your health gets. Break the cycle. You will get better - you’re 21, a healthy weight, no physical deformities, no long term conditions or syndromes; ease up on the partying for a while.

Sort out StJA and volunteering over summer; email the clinical cytogenetics unit; do you actually want med school or what?

Learn to tolerate the fucking freshers but also be assertive where necessary. That was your stuff, paid for with your money, yes you did mind and yes you still want it replaced as it wasn’t theirs to take - end of.

Be your own person. You were ruined by a taste of popularity. You do need people in your life but not that much. And ffs, if James doesn’t work out? Find a damn boyfriend, you’ll be so much happier.

And finally - sort out your sleeping pattern, jeez.