Meh.

I've been putting aside so many things, it's just not funny anymore.
When i tell myself i have to do work, i just sit down and sketch.
I am annoyed with myself.
Like I want to do so many things and yet i end up doing so many other things.

I went to Gunnersbury park today and saw 3 male ducks attacking a female duck. It was just horrible, but no other duck was there to help her. I had to poke them with a stick so they can get off her and stop drowning her.

So much stuff I want to do, and i eventually don't end up doing.
Even now i am writing a blog post instead of doing college work, how pathetic am i?
I just don't see the point anymore.

I am scared of going to uni, I know i still have a year but at the beginning of next year i have to start applying. To be honest I just want to curl up in a fluffy blanket and never have to face the world again, live in my own little bubble. I hate the idea of having to grow up. Peter Pan, If you read this, take me to Neverland.

I love the people around me but sometimes I just need to breathe and be on my own.
I like to be in my own company, and Trevor is probably the only reason why i bother going outside my house during the weekend or days that i do not go college.

It's odd that i am writing this on here and my parents do not even know what's going through my head. But it makes me happier not bottling it all up. At least I can tell you.

Peace out.