I'm afraid if I start blogging now after so long I will only mention the bad things.
Truth of the matter is that i'm utterly confused. About everything.
I don't know how i've let myself spiral downwards. Sounds like an addict doesn't it? Well thankfully, not.
I just don't know at what point I gave up altogether. I've become a bitter, self-loathing, human loathing, rude, obnoxious bitch.
I've been thinking about this for a while now, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why.
It looks like I've given up on my study life. I've given up on being a family. The reason that has instigated this subject in the first place was that my mom is now nearly 7 months pregnant, and there is hope again.
At what point I decided that happiness didn't exist in the UK...I don't know.
I'm at a cross roads, where I've probably failed my exams, and I'm not sure what to do.
Pretty grim comeback, after all this time. My bad.
I suppose it's better to nip these thought in the bud and sort them out than reaching out for counselling in 10 years time and blaming my absent father :)
Anywhoo...Welcome back, Ruru...
