I don't know what time it is,

I don't know what I have on tomorrow,

I don't know if I should send you a 'I hope your doing ok?' email,

I don't know if January should always be so sad,

I don't know if my mini portfolio is good enough for Edinburgh,

I don't know why I'm fretting and should just enjoy being 18,

I don't know what to wear on Thursday,

I don't know why I care about what I'm wearing on Thursday,

I don't know if things are going to shape up,

I don't know where or how you are,

I don't know if this all sounds stupid to you, it probably does.