Dear Diary,
Am back at university. Having such a good time! Have really missed this place. Not so keen on where my room is – am on a landing with 5 other people, only one of whom I know. Plus I’m the only girl. Oh well. Means there won’t be a massive queue for the shower every morning! And I suppose it’s a good way of getting to know new people. Plus, all my friends are either on the landing opposite, one landing above and one and two landings below me. So it’s all good.
It’s been a crazy few days back. This is my fifth day back. I’ve been stoned three out of those five days. Good times! Exams are coming up, and I won’t be doing any drugs or drinking, will just be studying. So I figure, why not have some fun this week, then settle down and work my ass off. It’s all good.
Been talking to a few people that I haven’t chatted to before. Afterwards, they’ve said I’m really nice. People keep saying that. It’s nice to hear
. A couple of people have mentioned my new keyring as well – it’s a small ashtray that closes. Bought it in Amsterdam. The smokers love it, the non-smokers role their eyes. Well, at least I’m not littering! Never did litter anyway.
I know I keep talking about this, but dammit, I do have feelings for Joe. I know nothing will happen, but there we go. Also quite like this guy, Jack. But again, nothing will happen there. Am just going to enjoy being single.
Talking of which. Talked to Q. He said he’s not giving up on us. That he’s sorry for everything he’s put me through and for not giving us a real chance. He said that he thinks we do have a future. Maybe while we’re both at uni it won’t work, but after that he thinks it will. He admits that he did bad things while we’re together, but that he really regrets them, that he loves me and is going to fight for us once we finish uni.
Oh dear. 6-7 months ago, I would have been thrilled to hear that. Now… It just makes it difficult. I want to be friends with him. But nothing more. I do not want to get back together again. It’s just annoying. He’s saying all the right things, but he’s saying them far too late.
V









