And then the Sky fell Northwards

Mathematically incorrect

Crap.

Why can’t I do this?

It’s Maths, it’s getting a row of numbers and smushing them together. It’s my style of cake making; you’re given everything in pieces and you return it as one whole fucking thing SO WHY WORK YOU MAKE ALREADY NUMBERS?? BURN I HOPE YOU BURN!!

Okay hold on not everything has to burn yet..at least not until I get a lighter.

Right. Stop. Now.

Calm down and listen to the Doctor I mean he has the TARDIS so he can’t be completely insane. Can he?

Who cares shut up and start counting...

One, Okay good that’s the first number it’s not the life the universe and everything but still it’s a start now what’s next.

Two, as in there are two people sitting next to this table and one of them...CAN’T SOLVE THE FUCKING QUESTION!!

Okay I didn’t think I was thinking that...must continue never the less so what comes next...

Oh right it’s:

Three, Three is a magic number well that’s what the song says really it’s when you start feeling like the odd one out, like a third wheel. Actually now I think of it that’s all I’ve been feeling lately. Like a spare part, like I’m no longer needed, like I should just be replaced with a younger model. Maybe someone will come here instead of me; you know when they wheel me away to the nut house.

I like nuts...the peanuts mainly or sometimes pecans, but it’s hard to get very good pecans cheaply. Wait where was I?

Four. As in four days ‘till Christmas...about three weeks ago, I’ve lost track of the days. I think we’re on the 4th or 5th or 6th or something like that. All I can tell you brain is that it’s a Wednesday.

Wait if I’ve been talking to my brain with my brain does that mean I’m losing my mind or that maybe I’m becoming a 21st century Golem. Well if I get a pretty ring then that’ll be nice. Even if it does destroy me and just create more evil in this world, but hey Frodo can save us right? He can save me, right?

Surely if he can save middle Earth he can deal with a stupid, boring, pointless teenage girl.

That’s a good idea Jemma!! Just put yourself down even more and become even more depressed then you already are. Why didn’t you think of that sooner?

Okay shut up.

Five. Five more days and then it’s therapy I think it is five more days, maybe its five more hours. Yeah that makes more sense I’ve seen the cow whose meant to set me straight about twenty times already and the only thing she’s straighten out is that it’s charging fucking sixty pounds an hour for everyone: parents, school, council.

The bastards.

Then comes six, that’s right isn’t it? These drugs with the coffee with the tea with the make-up fumes are getting to be more than the rest of the world my noggin included, I swear.

Although speaking of the number six, six that’s the devils number, mine is four at least it was possibly, maybe, probably not.

Once it was at least, I don’t know now. It could be anything. It’s probably nothing, like I should be. I shouldn’t be here, but I am, I shouldn’t still have to do this. Yet I do.

 I don’t think I know anymore what’s right and what’s wrong anymore maybe our prime minister is a rabbit, perhaps the world had crashed into the moon and I have been secretly smuggled into a crater during my sleep and this was all just the aliens messing with that old brain of mine, or maybe just maybe this is my way of reliving a nightmare day after day after day because for the past two weeks I have been living in a coma after accidently being hit by a two tonne truck.