I feel like I can't even see straight for all the disorientated thoughts and confounded dysfunction that is running around my tiny brain. I've quit uni, I didn’t want to do it, did I ever want to do it? I don’t know. 90% sure that the next thing to do is move back to Brighton. The only thing worrying me is that Rachel lives there and even though we've been taking it in our stride to become friends, I don't want her to think that she plays any part (what so ever) in the reasons why I’m moving back. I'm sure it will be fine, she is very understanding and probably wouldn’t think that anyway but over the past few months I have just become a total paranoid weirdo, so I’m just feeling abit uneasy.
London is ace, and everyone is brilliant but, there’s just part of me that feels suffocated by a cushion of partying and ill thoughts. There is a lot of things that can bring you down here, as everyone is so intertwined. I feel like I’m having abit of a mid life crisis at the age of 20. Which also, can't be very good. I think the worst thing you could do is to just completely invert and become a recluse, but whatever, I’m going to do just that. The worst thing a person can do, is to collaborate with other peoples dangerous minds.
