THURSDAY.

I woke up this morning at 7:15 with puffy eyes and lips. This has been happening for a few days, so it came as no surprise to me. I took some Piriton and went back to sleep.

I hate days like this. 

I was supposed to go to university today, for a skills class. But instead I missed it, and I really didn't want to. But I know my body, and I wouldn't have been able to get through today (plus, I should never prepare food for people when I'm 'sick' - which, by the way, is what I would have been doing in said 'skills' class). I hated missing today because as sad as it sounds, I really enjoy my time at university. Not just the people, but the actual content on the course. (It sounds very sad but) I feel like I'm finally where I'm supposed to be. (-Wow, now that was sad.)

Not having allocated this day to anything other than uni, I had the whole day to myself and it was terrible. I found it almost sickening not being able to do anything with my time. I felt each minute slipping through my fingers, I watched the sun go up and come down - time literally dragged. I realized then that I really hate wasting time. When did I turn into such an adult?

When I was younger, "wasting" time was brilliant. I always found myself entertained by doing "nothing". Playing with toys, drawing, playing outside, laughing, annoying my brother. Although having not accomplished anything with said time, each day I spent doing those activities, I would go to bed satisfied, fulfilled even.

I wish I could get back to a time like that. When everything was fun, and I was easily made content.

In 30 days, I'm 19. I am not looking forward to it.

I don't care how 'young' I am, I would give anything to be five years old again.

Like the spontaneity of a five-year-old, I decided to post today. I don't usually post two days in a row, but I've just really been enjoying it recently and decided to post randomly. I also really wanted to post on the first day of May. I'm glad I did.

This was my Thursday - see you on Sunday,

Christina x