Pip pip!

In the last seven days/nights, I've calculated that I must of done at least 40 hours of Art work, probably closer to 50.
I actually cannot believe it's all over now. I finished of my Unit 1 (or year 10) sketch books today and then obviously I had my exam earlier in the week. The exam itself went really well, I wish all exams were like that and I wish I felt that sense of satisfaction the way I did with my Art for other subjects too.
In terms of being back in school I haven't really thought about it yet, it's still to this day a bit of a blur. I definitely realise now though that it's by no means the work aspect of school which is stopping me from going in. This being said though I've only gone in to do Art, and Art for me is at the best of times, an extremely therapeutic subject so I doubt every other subject can be judged by how that one went.
I know what it is more than anything which I hate. But apart from that I suppose it's just the sense that I'm living in a parallel universe or something. The few times people have actually tried to interact with me I have just babbled to get them to shut up and then decided that I'm living in a fantasy and that none of this is real.
I honestly think that the dream I have where I'm best friends with Jonny Greenwood and know all of the tumblrs in real life is reality, and that all of 'this' is just some twisted parallel place. That is honestly how I feel about everything.
It just feels like there's nothing left for me here, and I can honestly say that if it wasn't for Radiohead and everything that they instigate, I would not be standing here today. I owe them everything. And it sounds cliche and melodramatic and what not, but the proof is in the pudding really; if it wasn't for the lovelies on tumblr and the support they give me which is lacking everywhere else in life, if it wasn't for the time I listened to How To Disappear Completely on 'that night', if it wasn't for all of the DVD's of live performances I burnt off, if it wasn't for meeting thOm, if it wasn't for meeting georgia, if it wasn't for standing in the garden listening to 'sit down, stand up' on the other night, if it wasn't for thOm's way with words and if it wasn't for the silly GIF's and the bangers and the mash, then I would not be here, because without any of that, there is nothing. And if you try to make me live in a world without them, then I won't. Simple as.

Without them you wouldn't of got me to do a final piece for my exam either:
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