Found: Lonely

It's times like this when you realise just how good you had it back home! Sure I would moan about the chores I had to do, and how board I was. But at least I was around things which were farmiliar. People who I felt less guilty about going to if I needed to talk, or just a hug. People who, even if I was bugging them, would still make time for me! Coming here it's different. The people are lovely, but it's not the same. I can't go up to someone, spill all my sadness, worries and confusion, ask them for a hug and then go our separate ways. It doesn't work like that. And, perhaps some of it is my fault, for not wanting to go out with people I don't know/trust to look after me if I get drunk, in a city I don't yet know well enough to get about on my own. So perhaps, yes, it may be my fault. But I can't help it that I'm not like that. What happened to the good old days where you could go and watch a DVD with a pizza and a group of mates! Were we all just REALLY REALLY boring? Did we just NOT know how to have a good time? ... But then again, to us, that was a good time... well to me anyway! So here I am, sat wondering if I will be able to force myself to go out and talk to people, as, true enough, that is the only way I am going to get to know anyone. Hmmmmm... I shall go ponder my thoughts tonight, and say that I really am lucky that I have great friends and family! Before they all get big headed, I will say no more, apart from Night. Xx