My flatmate went to our disco, well he went yesterday, but he is there now.
And I just could not go with him. I couldn’t. I nearly freaked out, because I was scared they would all look at me and I would make myself look stupid.
So I decided not to go. But I want it so badly. I want to go out and have fun and just be a normal 22 years old person.
Where did my life go? I just lost it 10 years ago, when I started this crap. Now and then I get a short glimpse and before I even catch on it’s gone.
Promise to myself: Next time I will go!
