Update: I Wish These Hours Would Fly By
Looking back, I haven't posted a single update in a while.
And yet, I shouldn't feel like giving an apology to no audience a miss.
So here it is: I'm sorry.
Things had gotten difficult. When you're left scrapping, trying to go on those last bits of coin because you haven't been paid properly, makes you feel a little bit worthless yourself.
Whoever said money doesn't bring happiness, is a huge liar. If I hadn't been helped, I wouldn't have eaten.
But I suppose, as of how I feel, I could miss that out too.
And rather a large amount of crying won't help you in any circumstance either.
This university as of Friday, is a ghost town, and I never realised how much I needed people around me until now.
Everything is too quiet and I find myself falling deeper inside my own head than before. I used to be able to walk out of my house and a friend would be there in a shitty red clio/corsa to tell me that everything would be better. My friends and I would drive and have adventures to either pass the time, or stop us from spiralling further than we know eachother to go already.
I also always hated that shitty house. My mother used to have to drag me inside because I can't run away from family issues I suppose. But I have never wanted to be home more than now.
So much so, that I feel sick with excitement to be on a coach there in less than 24 hours.
I miss my friends, the feel of my bed, waking up and walking into the kitchen to see my mother in a grandma nightie making tea, and the sounds of my dog's paws pitter pattering on the wooden floor.
I miss home.
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