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I just don't know what to think about being here.
It's like, if you ask me what university's like one minute, I'll be like ohh it's so incredible, you have no idea what to expect and you never know where you're gonna end up, and what you'll be doing and who with (in non-dodgy sense) and it's amaaazing but then half an hour later I'll be so desperate to see my real friends that everything suddenly feels really hollow, like a cheap hollow easter egg, the really crappy ones that you give to the salvation army to make yourself feel noble. I'm ill and my throat hurts.
The second years are fantastic though! I spend more time with them than the freshers, who are either sober and intimidated by me (WHY) or drunk and stupid and trying to pull me. I love Carla & John, and I'm happiest when I'm with them because they feel like real people.
I would like some toast and hugs and tea and strepsils and the radiator man to fix my heater properly and conversation.
It's like, if you ask me what university's like one minute, I'll be like ohh it's so incredible, you have no idea what to expect and you never know where you're gonna end up, and what you'll be doing and who with (in non-dodgy sense) and it's amaaazing but then half an hour later I'll be so desperate to see my real friends that everything suddenly feels really hollow, like a cheap hollow easter egg, the really crappy ones that you give to the salvation army to make yourself feel noble. I'm ill and my throat hurts.
The second years are fantastic though! I spend more time with them than the freshers, who are either sober and intimidated by me (WHY) or drunk and stupid and trying to pull me. I love Carla & John, and I'm happiest when I'm with them because they feel like real people.
I would like some toast and hugs and tea and strepsils and the radiator man to fix my heater properly and conversation.