Tomorrow is the first day of a new semester and the day that I go back to university to start a brand new degree. When I was younger, adult life seemed like everything was so much better, proper, easier in the sense of knowing what to do in life. It's not. Those pesky butterflies still visit your ema and anxious thoughts like: "Will my classmates like me?" & "Will I be able to make any friends?", are still valid.
My computer is very very broken and I cannot even comprehend how I'll be able to make it through the semester without one. (I'm writing this on my phone).
And it seems with those three questions my spell of sleeplessness has been broken. My head longs for the embrace of my pillow and my fingers feel heavy.
Time for sleep and maybe I'll write some more tomorrow.
Till next time.