Its 7pm, the sun has melted into the clouds and I find myself once again feeling very uncertain about a lot of things.
Being totally honest is always very difficult, especially in writing; even more so when you're writing on the web for all to see! I try to not sound too confessional, even when I feel like it, sometimes what makes for more interesting reading is a slightly more reined-in approach to my emotions.
My room is not mine, I dont feel like I belong back home yet. I hope it passes but I feel like I spend little time in it and I enjoy it less and less. I'm also missing uni, rose-tinted specs are a quite massive part of it I feel. Just, when driving home from work yesterday, all I could think was: 'This is going to be hell, I dont want to work behind a bar. I dont want to be an adult in the real world, I just want to go and live on a small desert island somewhere and live at one with nature...with regular packages of digestive biscuits flown out to me.'
Still, with my tips from the other night I found myself a new shirt to go with my lovely pink tie, the summer ball will be a quite gigantic laugh!
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