'home'
i'm never quite sure if i like coming home or not. it doesn't really feel like home, i don't have a room, there's no trace of me here. and just sitting there lying to my parents telling them everything is ok. i don't know what to say to them. so obviously go the obvius route and do like i do for everyone else and smile and laugh about silly things to cover it all up, keep talking rubbish and hope they don't notice. it's either working, or they just don't know what to say. i've caught some funny looks i think, so i don't know quite what they're thinking. oh well.
it's nice to see people when i'm back, but there's just so few of them here. spent a few hours chatting to dave about life in general. he's doing well, which is good. i don't see him enough these days, don't see anyone enough, i need to make more time to see people. it's like i'm stuck in isolation up here but it's not, clearly. doesn't make any sense.
dentist tomorrow, i hate dentists grr. then straight back on the train to get back to stoke for band practice. should be fun, gotta keep at it, make somethin of ourselves.
i'm not sure if i'm hungry or not. all this food i could have at, and i'm just not sure what to do. fail.
it's nice to see people when i'm back, but there's just so few of them here. spent a few hours chatting to dave about life in general. he's doing well, which is good. i don't see him enough these days, don't see anyone enough, i need to make more time to see people. it's like i'm stuck in isolation up here but it's not, clearly. doesn't make any sense.
dentist tomorrow, i hate dentists grr. then straight back on the train to get back to stoke for band practice. should be fun, gotta keep at it, make somethin of ourselves.
i'm not sure if i'm hungry or not. all this food i could have at, and i'm just not sure what to do. fail.