Tomorrow, or today if we're being technical, I am going back to my Nottingham house, and no exaggeration- I am shitscared. I always get like this just before I go back, thankfully this time it's been mere hours, rather than for the past week as has happened previously when I've been home. I'm comfortable here in sunny Yorkshire, bored admittedly, but oh-so comfortable. I don't have to feed myself, I don't have to transport myself, I don't have to socialise or work or sort out problems with the house. All that is waiting for me when I go back to Nottingham, this indepency that I so crave when I'm "stuck" here at home combined with my looming examinations and CRUSHING LONELINESS (ok slight exaggeration) means that I really am not too keen on the idea of returning. Also did I mention THE CRUSHING LONELINESS, yeah it's an exaggeration I'm not that desperate for a boyfriend or anything but yeah go out with me... I went off topic, I was meant to say I think I'm going to be in the house on my own for Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Which can never, ever, EVER be fun. So I'm going to end up going mental and eating my own hands or something dramatic like that. Hopefully I'll revise but let's face it, my track record is not the best when it comes to academia and therefore, by extension, revision. It's unlikely I'll get anything of worth done. I'll most likely just watch a lot of crappy tv and play Sims 3 until my housemates come back to their crazy handless friend and have to nurse me back to relative sanity.
Look how sad and alone I am, so sad and alone the walls are grey and the floor is like a pool of salty tears and shattered dreams. (Note the lack of hands, I must have eaten them!)
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| it's ok Louise, you have the Golden Arches on your head |
I'm going to sleep now, hopefully unconciousness will provide relief from this mental torment.
(maybe some rather big instances of THE CRAZIES)
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