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Single, seemingly terminally so, and hung up about it as ever. I just don't appear to make the connections or have the luck other people do. And it's not for want of trying, though most would probably say I don't try hard enough, or in the right way, or something. It mainly comes down to a confidence/security thing, or lack of it, and I know I can't just turn myself around instantly. It's a different kind of confidence to the one I do possess, the conversational one; I don't have any problems there, I'll happily bore pretty much anyone to tears on any topic they care to mention. Or listen to them in a similar manner. It doesn't help that so many people I know seem to view me as some kind of, I don't know, asexual being; they just don't think of me as functioning in that manner. So yeah. I'm just peachy. And being at home, and waiting to get back to university, doesn't help, given all the time I have to stew.
Living alternates between home and university. The former's OK in the shorter holidays, but I've now been home for nearly three months and I am counting the days (thirteen) until I return to University. It's not that I entirely dislike it here - it has several advantages, notably calm, music, the ability to earn money, and the fact it's all so much cheaper because I'm at home - but I'm getting REALLY itchy/tense/worked up and just want to get back to being me again. And living me again. I miss the people, I miss living in a town, I miss the buzz. There's a bit too much space/slackness here. I need academic rigour and alcohol. |
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