psyche

Despite the blanket of GCSEs suffocating me (particularly English. I’m so confused. I’ve bluffed every previous English exam and never done badly - and each time I became more complacent. Now it’s the real thing and - what if I’m expected not to bluff it?! It’s too late. I was too slow!), I think I’m more happy. Which is bad. This is who I am, I think. I am an insecure and annoying, marginally successful boy with a fistful of busted 3A fuses and some gadgets in my pocket and a gallium arsenide-coated piece of silicon stuck on my trousers and a whole load of (mostly incorrect) stuff in my brain.

This is it.

Pax