Reflection

The kinda thing you get when you look in a mirror.
A mirror image.
A Duplicate.
Identical in every way...
...except...
...it's reversed.

So what's new?

Nothing really.

Same old, same old.

Just new people.

Same problems.

Same grind.

Same life.

Same troubles.

Same.

Duplicate.

Identical.

Same.

I've visited my Dad, visited Matt, came home last weekend to visit my family, some friends, Caz, came home this weekend to visit too...
...I was gonna stay a week, but really...
...there's nothing here for me...
...I'll just help my mum pack the rest of my things, so that she can move house while I'm at Uni, so when I next come home, I'll not be home.

The social side of Uni is alright I guess.
Meeting new people is always...
...interesting?
But the same old pattern arises.

I'm gonna join some clubs.
Join the gym first.
Start juicing too.
Then maybe move onto the rowing club.
Possibly Tai-Chi... it's only attended by girls I hear.

Hmmmm...

...I'm still sticking to my taking no addictive drugs thing.
Given up all red meat too.
Just Chicken and Fish now, yummy.

Cya at Xmas.