I go back to uni next weekend, and I'm dreading it. I'm dreading the boredom and the loneliness and the absolute paranoia that I had last term, returning. I know it shouldn't be so bad now, I can feel that my new anti-depressos are working and I feel a million times better than I did in October, but I'm scared that a big part of that feeling better is 'cause I'm home. I'm getting really stressed about it which is a big fat waste of time and energy, but there you go. I'm gon' try come up with a plan of things to do next week when I'm back, and short term and long term goals, 'cause if I can do that I know things aren't too bad. If I can make plans, I'm not overly depressed. That sounds stupid, that I need summat like that work out how I feel, but I'm not sure right now if I'm depressed or just stressed about all the empty hours I'll have to fill when I'm back in Essex. I dunno.
But anyway, it's been an absolutely amazing holiday. I've had such a brilliant time and I'm annoyed with myself because the stress of going back is weighing on me and it may well ruin my last week here. I need to make sure it doesn't, so maybe having plans for next week will help that and I'll come up with them later.
(me and my beautiful cousin, Emily)
(My auntie, Emily and my Twister victory stance)
(I bought Momma Ginge a house sign for Christmas, you can just about see it above our heads! 'The House of Ginge')
(MG and I, drunk and minging :))