Well that’s a bit of a creeping thing, I suppose. I dunno, since I turned 19, as cliche as it sounds, life seems to have gone by unpleasantly quickly, and now I’m bordering on not being a teenager anymore, it’s a little daunting I guess. I’m living miles and miles away from home in a city I’d never even visited before last year more than fleetingly, and I’m having the fun task of playing schedule tetris with studying two major fields at university at once, while balancing working at a nightclub, working freelance as a hairdresser, doing part-time A&R, and obviously maintaining a social life and a musical one in all the downtime I get, so it’s no surprise really that this kinda crept up on me… It sounds stupid, but I’m not really ready to go back to university next week now, hell, I don’t even feel up to going to work tomorrow where it seems I’m on the verge of getting fired as it is, I just kinda want to fuck off somewhere for a month and want it all to stop and go away.

/first-world-overachiever-problems.