September the first
A day off after a weekend that has made me think to quote the young knives " whats the point?"
I have had a manic weekend of drinking and working and not sleeping or eatting just because i couldnt do anything but think.
I need to be happy and I am but its just happy and content maybe im just being stupid in wanting it to be perfect and knowing it wont be well that just adds to my life.
Back to reality with a bump soon with the last year of uni and then real life.
Will my life be better then? Prob not!