bloody hell, this place is SO fucked up. home, i mean. not home as in my house and mum and dad. this place aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrgh. its good being back here from time to time, just to remind myself of why I actually left. too many ppl are taking themselves far too serious. here, ppl point things out and give hints and stuff, theres hardly anyone who would be straighforward about things. they expect you to be interested in them. its difficult to explain but when i went to the shop i was thinking about headingley and ppl from work and the halls. its all so much easier for me when im there.
its odd how i need to go back to write into this journal when im here.