monday night i drank a bottle of wine with a boy across the hall and he looked so much like someone that i used to be in love with that obviously i had sex with him. he's from middlesbrough and possibly even more introverted than i am. when we go out for a cigarette together he laughs at my pall malls and spits a lot.
last night i drank four bottles of wine with two girls from the third floor, both younger than me, both cancer survivors. after meeting each other one of them said to me, "it's always awkward when you meet a fellow cancer patient in the smoking area". we got drunk and cried together and ordered a lot of fried food from the local takeaway. one of them was from south london, a natural redhead, tall and beautiful and impossibly articulate. i told her that i thought i was in love with her.
in one of my lectures yesterday a girl said to me that upper class people face just as much discrimination and oppression as the working class. i tried to argue with her but ended up saying that i hate rich people and don't care about their lives. after the lecture i cried into a classmates shoulder, the first time i've cried in front of a stranger whilst sober for years.
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