even tea is rubbish without you.

College starts at nine o'clock for me tomorrow, and I don't finish until quarter past four. Even though thursdays are probably the worst days on my timetable and I'll definitely come home with a terrible headache, I'm thankful to be busy. I enjoy coming back feeling tired, like I have actually done something productive with my time; and I can tell myself that I'm one step closer to freeing myself of full time education.

To be honest, I don't completely hate college. What I find fault with is the lack of passion the teachers have for the subjects I am studying, and the fact that most of my friends use it as a time to take their unhappiness out on me. I'm there to be used as a stress ball when their boyfriends are upsetting them, or when they don't get the grades they want, or if they didn't have enough time to do their makeup properly in the morning...I'm there trying to push my grades up whilst the weight of everyones problems lay on my shoulders dragging me back down. THAT is what I hate about college, and THAT is why getting as far away from Nottingham as soon as possible is the only way for me to be free.

I need to discover who I am and what makes me happy. I need a cuddle.