This week has been a bit of a weird one. I went home last Friday and came back to Derby on Wednesday. I have done a hell of a lot of uni work this past week. I stopped having emotional breakdowns towards the end of last week, so I've been feeling a lot better than I was before.
I spent the day with my boyfriend on Wednesday and then again yesterday. We did a lot of going round town, buying things we don't need and went to get piercings done/sorted out. I manned up and got my snug done yesterday and it was ridiculously painful. So yeah, me being me things can't stay nice and lovely for very long.
Two of three housemates moved back yesterday and because I was neither here nor there yesterday, I barely saw them. Me and the boyfriend came back and made an effort with Kim, tried talking to her and it was very strained and awkward. So I had a shower and we went back to his house at about five. This morning I came back and neither housemates have spoken to me all day. They've just ignored me. Which is really nice of them. I don't know what is happening, but it seems that nothing has changed since last semester. Apart from the fact that I am not going to let it get to me. I can't get poorly like I did last year through stressing about everything and crying because I don't know what I've done wrong. Ben's back on Sunday, and I'm staying at boyfriend's tomorrow night. So I've just got to throw myself into doing some work tomorrow day time.
I can't wait to go back to uni now. I want time to go slow, because I don't want to leave and if time isn't against me, it means I can take my time with my work. But I want to go back and have a purpose to being here again. Plus, everyone will be back and socialising again and we can do the quiz at the pub on Tuesday night. And we're going to Frankie and Benny's for Annie's 21st next Friday, which I'm really looking forward to.
Things aren't going to change. But I'm sick of making myself unhappy just so others feel better. So fuck the rest.
