A place to call home

“A place to call home”, a very vague figure of speech. It probably has different meanings for different people. But for me: it means a place where you feel truly safe and cared for. I don’t just mean in a sense of “home invasion”.

For example, when I’m at my girlfriends, all my worries just go away. Her company plus her stupid dog whom I love to pieces make everything seem okay for a while. Then I have to go back to reality. It’s 03:36 upon writing this, I’ve been wanting to talk about this for a while now actually.  I suppose her house is a “home away from home”, I’ll finish with this quote from Jirya, enjoy

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Looking like another sleepless night.

My sleeping patten has always been pretty erratic. I’ve had trouble sleep since I can remember. The time in the UK when I started writing this was 02:50 in the morning, currently my brother is up with me surfing the internet or doing what ever he might be doing.

I know I need to sleep, I just can’t though. weather that be down to my sleeping pattern? Who knows. I’m tired But I know trying to sleep would be pointless and futile. I hate feeling like this so late as no one is up,not that I have meany people to talk to anyway.

Collage and my future has been playing on my mind as well. I had my introduction day at collage yesterday, and after I got a subway which was so good 😋but on the main note I realised the course wasn’t for me, so my mum is going to call up tomorrow and try to sort out changing my course to a business one.

I want to make people proud but I’m afraid I may not be able to, I try my best but I’m worried it’s not good enough, ugh. I was proper happy a few hours ago after starting this and now all these thoughts are comming back. Guess it wouldn’t be true to the blog if I didn’t post how I was feeling.