Let's just pretend we're in a stadium, you've been lining up for 6 weeks to get your ticket. Your money is worthless, all you want is a T-shirt. That's what this is all about.

I'm going to India on Friday. For four months. And I'm terrified.
 
I know I should be grateful that I have this opportunity, but it's just so freakin' alien and weird and I don't know how to handle this. I don't want to have to handle this. I want to stay at home and read Batman comics and draw and be just as pathetic as I've always been. But I can't.
 
God, I'm so scared. I can't even bring myself to start packing.

In the transitional weeks of my GapYear. I have a couple weeks left before I head off to India. Then I guess I'm supposed to become that person that meditates under waterfalls and realises their inner chi or some deep profound shite like that.
 
I have much to be doing, and, as is normally the case in these situations, I'm not doing any of it.
 
I'm listening to a lot of music, and watching a lot of films.
 
Oh and fan-girling of Idina Menzel because that's just what I do.
 
Peace out bitches.

2012 is going to be a very hard year to beat.
If you would like a proper description of the feels, I tumblrd already: http://inuzuri-district.tumblr.com/post/39382564315/01-01-13-2012-a-review
Other than that, I'm back in Cardiff, and I'm ready to continue with the rest of my life. Happy New Year guys.

We relapse, and we recover. The circle starts again.
It's another phase of my life ending, and the resumption of the fact that I will, once again, not know what I'm doing or where I'm going. It's just another period to miss once it's over.
Why the hypothymia all of a sudden?
Wait, no. It's never sudden, it's always just there.
 
God why can't things stop for a while?

It feels too cluttered even though I'm not even near the 50 item limit.
I guess like my head is cluttered even though it has very little to be cluttered with. Lovely objective correlatives there.
I'm riding a slow rusty bicycle up a dirt-track slope while everyone else is on a bullet train to the rest. Just the rest, whatever that is. But I'm having trouble finding it.
I miss home a lot actually, but not the home I'd be going back to, I miss the one I had when everyone was in my world and what we were looking at was so very simple and laid out like a brick road in front of us.
I want to really feel alive again, not aloof and alone.
 
I did meet him though, and even if it was only 10 minutes of nervous conversation, it was a good 10 minutes.

When all was near and life was small
When I drew your face on my recently cleaned slate
And opposite poles pulled us closer.
 
And I sang to the words while your fingers danced across the bridges. And then you painted your smile on my worn through shoes. And we got so close and shared what we did.
 
But the Ramen King watched as orange stopped being the only colour.
 
And the trains ran away into the east. The book of love was full of charts and facts and figures, and instructions for dancing, but I've always had two left feet.
 
Sometimes I'd give it all back y'know?

Needed a new one.

Crappy set, sorry.
 
Are we all happy?
 
Good, as long as we're all happy.
 
I haven't been out today because I can't get dressed because I can't go in my room because there's a frickin' huge spider somewhere on my bed and I'm terrified it's living in my clothes now.
 
Lame.
 
Also, I'm on my Gap Yah.

I had such a good day.
 

It's my penultimate day a schooling, and we sat on the grass, ate food and were happy to be there with each other.
I'm going to miss days like this so much.
 
These times, and these people, most of whom in a few months I'll never see again.
 
School means a lot to me, as it should, given that I've been there for 8 years. Don't get me wrong, they weren't always happy years, but they were meaningful, and important, all the same.
 
But there's nothing I can do. Time must go on, and people have to move with it. It's good in the long run for everyone.
 
Lastly, many of the photos are my own, or of my friends. This set reflects the good times, and I needed to make it.

Nothing like vanity, putting yourself in the middle of a set.
But hey, I haven't done that in a while.
How are you all?
 

So I'm kind of in the middle of exams. A-levels, y'know the drill. It sucks.
 
I actually only came on the computer to load Simon & Garfunkel's 'Tales from New York' onto my i-pod. And I ended up making a set.
 
Procastinating like a boss.