Alright, so I’m a rubbish blogger.
I’m having another crisis of being enough (they are getting a little repetitive, aren’t they?) and so I have been too busy drowning my sorrows in cheesecake and Green and Black’s finest offerings.
I think it’s end of holiday blues. You know, new placement starting a week today (I still do not know where it will be…the Medschool couldn’t organise a piss up in a brewery), having to ‘camp’ at Mirabelle’s for two weeks while between house contracts, losing my beloved housemates, gaining 4 new ones who I don’t know that I can live with (one of them I’ve only seen once this academic year…).
And on top of that I have to write a 4000 word essay this week.
I only left home on Saturday, and I’m so homesick. I keep crying over stupid things, and I feel so empty.
The emptiness is compounded by a severe attack of loneliness. I’m back in Brum, so not with my family. My housemates have gone to Brighton to find a house and to Blackpool for a funeral respectively, Mirabelle is busy with her lovely boyf John, Felicity is busy busy busy and Jenna is in
So here I am, trying to be enough, feeling all alone.
(See, I shouldn’t have bothered. That was so wet. I promise to be more cheerful tomorrow.)