So I'll go, but I know, I'll think of you every step of the way...
I'm so tired. I've been a bad livejournaler recently, but after all, I've been busy graduating. It was an unique experience. I didn't really know what I was doing, and I had to wear my silly mortarboard hat and get my hand shook and clap everyone and pose for photos but my parents were all proud and stuff and I have a real, live degree.
It's all good.
The interview for NOVA Japan went ok too. I really really want to get it. It was a very formal interview so I'm not sure how I did but I answered all the questions and even though I needed a bit of prompting, I think I seemed confident and intelligent at least.
Leaving Liverpool yesterday was depressing as hell. I had a kind of leaving party and it was all quite fun but I kept thinking - that's it. No more Liverpool. No more student life, no more hanging out with my Liverpool friends on a whim, no more running around town in the middle of the night trying to find somewhere we want to go or deciding to go for a coffee, no more him... and yeah, if you know who I'm talking about and you don't like it, then you can all go to hell because I'm not going to be ashamed. He's a good guy, whatever you think. And it's over, cos you can't make something work when you don't know what you're going to be doing from one day to the next, and halfway across a country.
"This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper."
London is all somehow unfamiliar and cold. Maybe it always was. I love my friends and I love my family but the soullessness of the city is in such sharp contrast to Liverpool, which is a friendly place. Smaller, cosier.
I feel like a piece of my heart has been ripped out and left behind. It's bleeding everywhere and it hurts like hell. "Take another little piece..."
God I'm so maudlin. I'm ok, really. I've got all the time in the world to feel better. And I will.
It's all good.
The interview for NOVA Japan went ok too. I really really want to get it. It was a very formal interview so I'm not sure how I did but I answered all the questions and even though I needed a bit of prompting, I think I seemed confident and intelligent at least.
Leaving Liverpool yesterday was depressing as hell. I had a kind of leaving party and it was all quite fun but I kept thinking - that's it. No more Liverpool. No more student life, no more hanging out with my Liverpool friends on a whim, no more running around town in the middle of the night trying to find somewhere we want to go or deciding to go for a coffee, no more him... and yeah, if you know who I'm talking about and you don't like it, then you can all go to hell because I'm not going to be ashamed. He's a good guy, whatever you think. And it's over, cos you can't make something work when you don't know what you're going to be doing from one day to the next, and halfway across a country.
"This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper."
London is all somehow unfamiliar and cold. Maybe it always was. I love my friends and I love my family but the soullessness of the city is in such sharp contrast to Liverpool, which is a friendly place. Smaller, cosier.
I feel like a piece of my heart has been ripped out and left behind. It's bleeding everywhere and it hurts like hell. "Take another little piece..."
God I'm so maudlin. I'm ok, really. I've got all the time in the world to feel better. And I will.