freedom

I've always been all for education. The best example of this is when I was in primary school and told my favourite teacher that I was glued to the floor and refused to leave.

University is...crazy. It's different and exhilarating and I love learning and reading and learning and talking. I'm so in awe of my Professors and the passion that the other students have for this breathtakingly vast subject is so incredibly exciting. I don't know what I'd be doing if I wasn't studying. I'm not ready to work that's for sure. I love ridiculously late nights and sneaking back into my room. I love silly Harry Potter jokes and serious Harry Potter discussions. I absolutely adore seeing new places and adventuring everywhere (even if it's just to cheap clothes shops). Most of all I like how university makes me feel. Like I'm brilliant and intelligent and fascinating. How much it makes me just want to live and live and live.

And yet.

At home, there are people that make me feel more alive than all the books in the world could do. I want to see the whole world and I want them right by my side. I wish I had the guts to tell them.

Anyway I'm sat listening to Brand New as I now (thanks to the lovely Christopher) own more of their music than I even knew they had. Daisy was a disappointment, but Deja Entendu is ridiculously brilliant so I'll forgive them. Just.

I refuse to stay in tonight. I go back tomorrow morning, and as pathetic and desperate I know it'll make me look I'm probably going to drive a stupidly far way to see someone way better than anyone in Wales ever could hope to be.

"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."