"NO! It's stupid!"
I sound like a five year old having a tantrum. I want my Mum and my little single bed with my giant lion teddy in Cornwall and nothing else will do. Today, I am a five year old.
Today I am homesick.
It's coming to the end of a university term and I've finished all the work I was scheduled to complete before the Easter break (that's Spring Break to all you Americans). I'm skint, exhausted and the days are getting longer.
I'm fed up with everything and my whining has reached such a level of unbearable that I'm surprised many of my friends don't hate me by now.
Does this happen to everyone?
Beyond acting like a spoiled child, there is little else to discuss. Being penniless is definitely an outstanding reason behind my yearning for home (and my darling Mother to pay for her daughters undying happiness).
It sounds ridiculous but before you think I'm going to storm my Mother with requests of extravagant outfits and wild nights out; I promise a coffee and croissant will do!
#firstworldproblems
I probably wouldn't turn down a bottle of wine either...
In recent months I've gone from being your average uni student to being as close to an adult as possible for a nineteen year old who still throws tantrums.
I organised my life, got a work experience, helped start a society and started choosing revision sessions over late nights in student bars.
Personal growth at it's best, thank you very much.
Of course, I've never been much of an all work, no play kinda girl (I think this blog demonstrates that in a nutshell) so it comes to a point when I need to be a child... just for five minutes... or ten.
"Hope, are you actually going to come out or not?" My friend eventually asks after what feels like an hour of silence while I sit facing the wall, cross legged with my make up half done.
"Fine..." I grunt.
It is only four more days until home time after all.
Peace Out ♥
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