blogging again?

Meh.

I'm not exactly a blogger. I'm not exactly anything. I'm pro at writing my friends long emails which they always hate. I'm pro at changing my twitter handler. I'm pro at being weird. I'm not good at updating things. Or thinking of funny, interesting things to write like some blogs.

BUT WHO CARES?

A blog is for fun, or your own ramblings.

And when I stumbled upon this blog earlier http://longstoryshort.blogspot.co.uk/

I was inspired to re-create my blog (I had one years ago and that really was a total indulgent mess) so I'm going to keep this one light for the most part, with diary like entries as I worm my way back to life~.

And I think the fact that nobody is reading this will make it all the more enjoyable for me?

waiting.

This song sort of makes me want to 'get better', be blissfully happy like a child again and be near a beach with some good friends.

This year, to put it mildly, has been shite. But that's how it goes eh?

Moving home from College is disheartening for any student when the job prospects are shocking, disheartening still when they lose some shitty friends and a job to boot, but it could always be worse. You have to remind yourself of that on the days you want to bawl and feel sorry for yourself for no good reason. The good is still out there, and in you.. Thanks Dr. Phil!

I've relied solely on my 'Rents this year and as much as I love them all, I need space, freedom and indepence again. I need to prove to them and myself I'm not completely incapable of being 'an adult'. Even if it's a big fat lie, at least they'll think I've got it figured out. That's all we're doing here, right? Flopping around until we near our thirties. The twenties to quote my favourite person Karl Pilkington- are the pissing about age.

And boy have I pissed them about this 2013.