Saturday, 4 December 2010

Driving home for Christmas

So I'm home. Boxes all upstairs if not unpacked, said goodbye to those brave souls around this morning after a heavy night at the Christmas party, and I'm back.

But I'm not looking forward to a six-week break. Everyone seems to think I'll be safe here, because it's home, but I feel less safe than I have done for ages. For me, it's just a really hard atmosphere to be in. My parents fight a lot and my dad thinks that yelling and swearing is the only way to get anyone to do anything for you. Subsequently, I spend most of my time at home in my room on my own trying to hide away. 

Added to which, I don't have any friends here. My friends are in London or at uni. There are people here I know from school, but although they know I'm here they don't invite me out or anything (just like when we were at school) so I feel very isolated. 

So, along with all my support systems being in place in the town I'm at university in, it's all pretty isolating. 

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