Instead of maturing, I think we revert back to the traits we had as children. When things were black and white and we knew right from wrong. Then during our turbulent teens, things become hazy. Our loves become bitter and twisted, joy is replaced with cynicism and instead of spending time alone playing imaginary games with imaginary people, we ( Read more... )

One day of studying then I'm allowed back in the real world. I cant wait, unfortunately for now it means yet another day of me and my "sports psychology" textbook becoming best friends. I'll have to meet its parents soon.

Its been a full year since I last did one of these, I'm enjoying my first cup of tea in Glasgow of 2007 and, in case you're wondering, I havent got any biscuits to dunk in my tea. However we can't win them all!

I think I wrote somewhere I wanted 2006 to be a year of changes, out with the old and in with the new and do some general growing up. So ( Read more... )

Gosh guys, I'm back to my home town in about 10 minutes for delicious food, a warm bath and some lovely family get togethers. And the chance to sit around a table and reminise about how dumb my little sister was ( Read more... )

On the twelfth day of Christmas, ( Read more... )

Today I have been revising, it's neo freudian "attachment theory" how we love our mothers and anything that takes away from that will make us self loathing and afraid ( Read more... )

Dear livejournal,

Sorry I cant spend all day on you today reading what everyone had for breakfast and dreamt last night but I have to spend the day with my best friends in Edinburgh. I hope we get to skate and complain about how smelly mulled wine is.

I'll make it up to you

jo x

I'm growing tired of the city, its dull grey sky and looming buildings. The people pushing past you with their heads tilted downwards but always managing to stand in the deepest of puddles. I'm tired of the smell of the underground in the morning, the roar of the train as it is in between stations, how a corner means my head is jerked side to side ( Read more... )

After a chilly walk home, breathing underneath my scarf so as not to see my breath escaping in the cold night air we walked up the three flights of stairs, the sacrifice my building requires in return for a place I call home ( Read more... )

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