Maybe 6 feet 'aint so far down.

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Home isn't home anymore. I feel like an outsider here who drifts around the edges of this vaguely uncomfortable place. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, I just don't feel like I belong here anymore. I miss having my friends around me. I miss being able to pop upstairs and just hang about without having to organise anything in advance. I hate not having friends in Roehampton that I could just go over and see right now. I know that a minute or two with my friends would cheer me up and kick me out of this mood. I always get like this around New Year, probably because I never have any plans. Everyone between the ages of 18 and 35 is going out either to work somewhere or to have a good time and I am left in the house with 3 lots of parents and a handful of people who have the mental age of under 10s. I can't express how I feel to any of them, I can't even give a hint. They can probably tell I'm not happy from the look on my face but even if one of them does ask what is wrong I will tell them nothing. God how I hate being alone. I can't wait to get up to St Andrews simply because I will be away from here and I can live for myself again instead of this strange half life I live here.

xx Zara