I got a booklet about myself from my class tutor that i filled out in my first month of first year, kind of bitter sweet to be honest, i don’t like anything i use to like, i have no ambition or motivation anymore and i’m not friends with any of the people i use to be friends with. 12 year old Siobhan wasn’t so bad, six years later i haven’t done anything i set out to do, feels kind of shit.

I just wrote the longest most honest post about life for me right now and i pussied out of posting it, it’s saying something that i can’t even be honest with a computer.

I can’t get my head around being finished school forever. This week was crazy, beering two nights, like 100 of us chilling on the beach, being chased and nearly arrested, road trips, singing, breaking and entering, aladanté chips, chairing, last day of school, graduation mass, fun, fun, fun. It was the best week ever and we went out with a bang, somewhere amoung it all, i finished school and i’m so happy but i’ll miss the craziness of having all the girls together. Such a wierd feeling and remember ‘It’s one thing to go out and have a few beers but you can’t take the piss out of the gardaí….get in the car!’