It feels so weird to know that in a day's time i'll have finished all of my exams. Every single A-level will be over and i will have nothing to do but wait. I've just finished French, a two and a half hour exam which i actually feel went rather well. I don't like to give much thought to exams after they're finished though, so i'll just hope for a good result in August. But so far nothing has happened to really convince me i'm going to fail every subject, so i think i'll be ok.

I seem to end up giving far too much advice. I often seem to end up trying to advise people, but i'm worried that maybe i shouldn't. People do ask me for advice. I think they do. I don't think it's just me beingt nosey. Oh God, i hope i'm not like P, giving advice all the time, when it's not even needed. But i don't think i am. My main problem is that the advice i do give is just no good. If it were, then surely i would have a much more fulfilling life than this. My advice is invariably based on honesty, assuming it's somehow related. I always urge honesty, but where has honesty got me? It got E despising me and it ended up bringing P and J together which, whatever my feelings now, was definitely not what i wanted at the time. But still i say the same things. Yesterday, someone told me he was bisexual and that he was finding himself attracted to his best friend (See! Nobody should come to me for advice! Not only do i give terrible advice, but i post their problems on the internet and phrase it in a ridiculously over the top way. (Although at least i don't use names, i suppose.)) and was unsure what to do. He said this had mde him wonder if he could count him as his best friend anymore. This friend did know he's bi, but not about anything else. And he has said that he might be bisexual aswell. (This was in fact what prompted my friend to tell him.) Naturally, i advised telling him. And he trusted me. And now i'm worried in case i've given him bad advice.

It means a lot to me that people trust me, it really does, that they trust me enough to tell me their secrets and even let me advise them, but i don't really think they should. They can tell me things, i don't really have any problems with disgression (Apart from this. This blog and my diary. But that's it. And people are still quite anonymous. He is completely.), but i actually think it's quite dangerous to trust my advice. Not that anything has gone catastrophically wrong in my life so far (Much as i may tell myself differently.) but my advice really isn't worth that much.

And now i must talk about I. I and i (I'm rather glad now that i only put the pronoun I in capitals at the biginning of sentences now.) used to be friends and still, i suppose, are, in a way. Sort of. A very strained way, anyway. He is one of the most hideously arrogant people i know. But the worst thing about him is that he reminds me of myself. Perhaps a slightly less self aware version. I know that i'm arrogant and filled with many bad traits, but i do try to do my best to hide them. I used to be completely awful, but i do believe i have improved a little now. I still try not to like myself too much though, lest i should become convinced that i'm just a really nice person. Because that i am not. I used to think that I and i had a lot in common. He and i both like to read a lot, we both feel rather ostracised from society (Though i fell less so, now. I think it was partly my own fault, partly because of the society i was ostracised (or ostracised myself) from) and so on and so forth.

But know i simply cannot put up with him. Not five minutes. I feel terribly guilty for it, as i don't think he has many friends (It's hard to see how he could.) but i simply can no longer talk to him. Only this morning he butted in on a joovial conversation only to, effectively, start insulting me. And when i commented on his intolerance (Yes, i see the hypocrisy here too, don't fret. But i'm more tolerant than him.) he actually seemed rather proud of himself. Add to this his opinions on homosexuality (About which i don't know much, but it's enough all the same.) and we really have a character with whom i no longer feel able to associate with. So, really, i shall be glad to pretty much excise him from my life. Effective, i suppose, from the end of this week.