I know that the last thing you want to hear about right now is my 'rental problems, but it happens to be what i want to talk about. And this is my blog, so get over it.
Who out there has that thing going on where one of your parents smother you and constantly meddles? I mean, what happened to tough love? That was a good concept. At least it allowedthe kids to have their OWN LIVES. If we want to create problems for ourselves, leave us to solve them. PLEASE. I know that a lot of people out there are like solve my problems for me but take it from me - don't. You have no idea how annoying it is. SO ANNOYING. On the first day of term here, after I talkedto my mother on the phone, I actually got my suitcase down out of the closet in the penitentiary and stared at it for about half anhour, picturing myself just putting everything back in and just walking out. How easy would it be? Just put everything back... and walk out. How many people from Melbourne drive to Sydney every day?
I got over it by thenext day - but the concept lingers. Tantalising, isn't it? I'm going to do it one day. Pack a case and hitch to Sydney. You either do it or you don't.
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