Right. So, recently I realised something new about my wonderful person; every now and then I need to be alone. It is necessary for my personality, if I don't get at least an hour or two on my own during the week I turn into miss cranky whatnot (I am also remarkably fond of the word whatnot)... Before Christmas I had this wonderful means of getting some alone time, and it was to go jogging, but oh the joy - my mood has been way too down to be doing that lately. I mean, seriously. I don't want to be here any longer and as long as I'm inside the house I can sort of forget that I'm not at home, but the minute I set my foot outside that door it becomes so depressingly obvious that I'm not in Norway. Think I wrote something down the other day when I was at an all-time high in my depression, let's see..
'I wake up and I'm not at home.
I have to force myself to go to school,
because whenever I leave this house
it's a reminder of how far I am away
from where I'm supposed to be.'
Pathetic, no? Ahh, well. I'm going to do something else that the people in this house also find pathetic (Seriously, everything I like doing is looked down upon by them, I could just.... GAH!...Love them, though). -goes to write second chapter of the new story she's sriting- (worth noticing that this is not the book that I should be writing but whatever)
Hiih.
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