Visiting Emperor Nasi Goreng

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so much like my mother.

I would have espically liked to have avoided her frequently crazy mood swings. Just last night was a pure and simple example of what it is like to be inside my mother’s head and consquently my own.

I can’t wait to get out of here, Europe is going to be so much -

- hell, what am I THINKING? I am going overseas by MYSELF for two months -

- of fun I can get away from everyone and have no pressures off anyone, always going -

- BY MYSELF. There is going to be so -

- many people to meet, and so many funny accents I can try and imatiate. This is going to be such -

- a diaster, I can’t go alone, I freak out when I find something new, and when I have to make a new routine, I don’t like -

- adventure it will be, so much fun, and think of all the different sights I will see and all the photos I can rub in -

- everyone is expecting me to fail I just know it.

Welcome to my hell.

Just to add the fun conversation with myself, that rambling mess of nothing took my head less than thirty seconds to create. And I used to wonder why mum always seemed just a little stressed.

Having to put up with this is your head constantly, battling with what you really want and the stupid worries that always pop up just when you don’t want them to, I would be a little stressed to.

10 weeks, in a weeks time I will have hit single digits, sort of and I will cheet, but frankly with work the way it is at the moment if I remember it will be greatly appreciated.