You would think that by the age of 18, you’d be over the whole ‘being an absolute bitch for no reason’ phase. Apparently not. I’ve only been home from Uni for a week or so, yet I’m already feeling irritated over the most insiginificant and petty things. Which is stupid, considering the amount of effort my Mum has gone to to make Christmas as lovely as it has been. I just can’t help feeling a little chlostrophobic. But this still doesn’t give me the right to act like an idiot. So, when I go back to Uni eating Asda’s smart price noodles feeling a bit lonely and homesick, I’ll have absolutley zero right to complain.
Also, tomorrow I’m having the other two teeth extracted, then braces get stuck on next week. My oh my.
