Its coming close to an exam, and the end of my 2nd year at Uni. I'm now having to think about moving stuff around, getting planning done, figuring out when to go home all the way back to the Seychelles.

I feel abit miffed for never having a solid relationship with a girl, mostly dabbles over the internet then and now. I waddle around wondering where my life's going to go while distracting myself with games.

Art wise, I'm now making excuses for not drawing to myself, to much of a hassle, too stressful of how it comes out, but I felt slightly better when my dad said to me "that shop there is where I get stuff for **** , you can get your stuff there too."

It was subtle, even though Im shoved down a business line of stud, da , still respects my wanting to try and keep drawing and writing.

But I want to go back and not to go back, I want to see my friends and famies, but I just want to dissapear one day and change my identity.

Fuck it , I'm just a privileged bastard ranting at myself.