I am contemplating deferring from my degree next year, or doing it as a part time degree. I am not happy with all the stress at the moment, and my job is the only thing that does make me happy out of the two. I told Mum in the car ride home today and she doesn’t seem to appreciative of the whole idea, so I guess I have a lot more thinking to do.
The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.
If it makes you less sad I will die by your hand I hope you find out what you want I already know what I am And if it makes you less sad We’ll start talking again And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am
I’ll grow old And start acting my age I’ll be a brand new day In a life that you hate A crown of gold A heart that’s harder than stone And it hurts a whole lot But it’s missed when it’s gone