'I tried doing my work today. I failed miserably. I'm not sure, if I have anyone to talk to since you left. And its been one hell of a shitty ride, trying to go by the days. I'm trying to change my ways, but at the end of the day its always shit. I dont blame you for leaving, but I just wish you were still with me to talk too. I miss you. But I cant afford another torn piece of my heart, and I cant afford to feel any shittier than this. I cant feel the way I felt, back like it was 2011's Summer.'
I'm back in Bangor. The hell-hole. Maybe its the house thats so depressing.. noone's ever like..around, around and its always gloomy. I'm broke. If I wasnt I wouldnt be here, plus i've work that's waiting to be done, and exams in May. I feel very unconfident about it. From the looks of it, I will let my parents down. I wish I didnt have to. I'm trying not to, but this will inside of me, is fading away by bit. I've things to be done, organisation of my personal life, graduation, exams, dissertation, not in order of priority. I wish I could be in my zone of comfort and never have to leave. I wish things would turn around in the next few months. I wish for my prayers to be heard, and granted. For one thing, at this moment, to aim high and my exams are the only priority. Which I feel like I'm failing to achieve anyways.
On a side note, I've been sleeping today, alot. And I had always felt more contented in my dreams then when I wake up. The moment I realise where I am, I just wish to fall back to sleep.
I guess there's no point to this post. I shall try to fall asleep and get an early headstart tomorrow. Goodnight.
