Time

It's going waaay too quickly, and it's making me nervous. Not nervous about anything in particular, just nervous about life. I'm scared that I might wake up one day and be seventy years old and wondering where the buggery my life went. People keep asking me what my plans are now I've finished uni. I usually disappoint when I reveal that I don't have any plans as such. I've been in education for all of my life that I can remember, and now I want to not have to think about anything too important for a few months. Though as I said, TIME is being a bit of a speedy bastard, and those months could very easily turn into years. And then one day I will be seventy and I will have wiped tables for 52 years.

It's all so wierd. I mean, you can go years doing one thing or being with one person or living in one place, and then in a matter of weeks everything can change. Even in a matter of days, or hours, so much can change. And I feel like sometimes that's what I'm waiting for. I'm not unhappy as such, I have been bloody miserable this afternoon but I think that's partly to do with how unbelievably tired I am. In general I'm fine, and stuff is fine. I just get to thinking too much sometimes. My brain should have an off button, then I can have some peace from it for a while.

I suppose a lot has changed for me this year. I've left uni. I have a new flatmate. Work's different too. I essentially do the same thing as ever, but it's still different. I kinda want to leave Southampton. I like Southampton, but I've lived here FOREVER, and when I'm feeling shitty I can walk through town, or anywhere between town and Harefield and remember stuff from before and then I miss before, and I don't want to be constantly thinking about the past, it's not at all productive.


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I love Family Guy.
Especially ones I haven't seen before. And especially when Mayor West is  large part of the plot.

I've written a lot of crap.

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