This is probably about the four-hundredth time I've actually attempted to write a blog. And I want this one to be good. Not full of shitty teen angst like the rest of them.
I guess I'll start the usual way.
Emily is my name. I've been 18 for about three months and I'm always tired. I'm studying a Bachelor of Dance in which everyone tells me is a waste of my time and they're probably right as I am heading down a spiralled path of unemployment. Not even sure I'll finish the first year. I really don't like living in Sydney as much as I let on. I don't want to burden people with my problems so occasionally I'll twist the truth a little.
I'm an awkward person when it comes to meeting new people. I never fully settled into the Boarding House where I am living so I don't really have alot of friends. At Uni I have acquaintances but not really any close friends. I miss my home, my room, my bed, my dog, my friends, my boyfriend, and even my family. I'm really homesick and I'm ready to come home but if I do I'll feel extremely guilty forever.
Today I went to the Easter Show. It rained. Alot. I didn't even buy a showbag. I did however get to see the cutest goats and I wish I had taken a photo but at the time, the thought didn't even occur to me. My Vans got saturated but at least they got a clean. It took me an hour to drive home in hectic peak hour traffic and it wasn't fun. I listed to Taylor Swift and cried over the beauty of her music.
Now I am alone in my room, typing this blog and feeling sick. My muscles hurt too. So does my knee (as always). I'm so bored so I created a blog. My immune system is really quite dreadful.
Also I doubt anyone I know will ever read this and I would like to keep it that way. Please follow me though. I should have done this on Tumblr.
I really have nothing more to say and I am wasting your time (if anyone actually reads this) and my time (by writing this) so I'm going to go and lie in bed and contemplate the mysteries of the universe.
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