It’s 10pm, I have to dry my hair (and possibly straighten it) and I have to be up at 7 tomorrow. I’m tired, want to go to bed soon, but I wanted to post. Just for myself: just to keep this crap flowing.
I know all my blogs are starting the same, I miss just writing short posts about butterflies or discussing benevolent sexism. Just bear (or is it bare?) with me for a bit. I’m stressed, have been doing history work since I got in. I’m starting to realise that having to get up at 7am 6 days a week is going to be difficult. But, I need to do this. I want to challenge myself over the next two years. I can totally deal with not having a social life, but not having sufficient time to sleep? It’s going to bother me, and I know it will. I’ll write here as often as I can, and I don’t want to make excuses, because having made excuses is a good excuse. I make sense in my head.
I have terrible spots at the moment, this always happens when I get stressed. I want to change things about me over the next few years, and in order to do this, I need to challenge myself. I need to push myself, and I’m not enjoying the beginning of this journey. Whatever. Hopefully, at the end of it, I will be a better person. And if not, atleast I can say I have tried.
Self pity for the win!
